Reaper Books Novels & Stories

Jasper said to me, as he turned and grabbed a book from one of the shelves. I couldn't help but get the feeling that he immediately didn't want to do anything with that conversation. "It concerns your Alpha as well. I'm trying to figure out what kind of obsession I'm dealing with here. A normal stalker from Bloodhound, I would have understood. However, this is Cassian Grant I'm talking about. The Night Reaper! I remember the way he looked at me when I stepped foot into this pack. That's a look you give someone you know!" I wasn't even sure of what I was saying. Because on one side, I had a feeling that Cassian was telling the truth.

Because I stole her favorite designer pair this morning, she has been looking for a fight all day. She glares at the Goblin, her venomous tongue fully loaded. "Have an ounce of self-awareness. Do you honestly think a Death God would ever look twice at you?" She sneers, immediately turning her hostility toward Liviel. "And you, Vampire. Sucking up to a Reaper like this...isn't it humiliating?" Liviel's crimson eyes narrow dangerously. "Mind your own business, snake hair," she warns, her voice dropping to a lethal hiss. She turns to me. "Rea, she is constantly spewing toxic garbage. If you're annoyed, just go punch her in the face."

We began our exploration in the section of myth and fantasy, where we encountered a lower section filled with fantasy tales. However, as we explored higher shelves, we stumbled upon books about "Vampirism, Witchcraft," and other dark subjects. Curiously, it appeared as though a book was missing from this specific shelf. Ignoring it, we continued our search and eventually stumbled upon a book titled "The Reaper of Sanity." "Here it is!" I exclaimed as I retrieved the book. "Oh, no!" Dominic exclaimed, clutching his head. "I need to park the car. You should start reading, I'll be right back." With that, he left me at the table with the book in my hand.

Serra collects herself and looked past through him, looking why he stopped. In the distance, just few feets away from them were red eyes, glowing like embers of fire - vicious and menacing - ; razor like talons, sharp as it's mouth, it's long sleek body slitheted to the ground. A reaper. Serra gasped, her body tighten. The sword felt warm and vibrating on her hands, as if like sensing the presence of the Reapers. The monster hissed in the distance, it's tail wiggled in it's back, the black smoke adds an eerie vibe to it. The others quickly gathered around in the group as another Reaper appeared beside the first and then another and another.

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

I ended the call and began my walk to the docks. When I got there, he was already with some of the men there. And a new face that I hadn’t seen before. “Kane. This is Mr Smith. Mr Smith, the one and only Reaper King,” Mr Smith looked like how most men in the business world looked. Short. Stocked up. Covered with so much jewelry and wiry eyes that gave the impression he’d sell me his mother without blinking. “Reaper. I’ve heard so much about you.” I put my hands in my pockets, my eyes staring at the crates behind him. “Are those the shipments?”

I pulled away from Ambrosia for a moment and just looked back at her. “Us Reavers, the four High Priests, myself and my brothers, we are immortal in every sense of the word. We can't be killed, can't die naturally. So far, there has been nothing that can kill us in all the millennia’s we have been here... That offers a very long and lonely life watching those you love pass, when you know you will never... Regular Reavers will not die naturally, but there are things that can kill them. For instance, The Darkness that Raphael and Rayne battled recently with. The Darkness actually killed Rayne, and The Shadows brought her back. I wasn’t personally there, but I have heard Raphael tell the story.

he said, his voice low, a rough rasp of calm. Reaper stepped inside, the hallway light casting him in long, intimidating shadows that stretched across the floor. His leather cut hung open over a black shirt, and his dark jeans were grease-stained, familiar signs of his world. There was something off in his posture—shoulders tense, but not in that calculated, ready-to-fight way. This was something else. Worn. Like he carried a weight no one else saw. He glanced at the untouched sandwich on the small table by the window. “You planning on starving yourself?”

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”