Novel & Cerita Reaper Books

Graduation day at Reaper training My name is Skye Evanore Reoch and I'm the only daughter of the reaper king and queen. I'm half reaper and dark witch and possess loads of magic. My parents, Rowen and Ayira rule this reaper section out of thousands that cover the entire earth. Anyway, back to me, being the only girl out of four children, I'm a daddy's girl. I have an older brother Liam who is off being taught some things from his dark elf grandfather and my younger twin brothers Brodie and Brayden. I decided that I wanted to become a reaper and not just a boring princess lounging at a palace waiting for my parents to wed me off to some pompous prince so I enrolled in the reapers training pro

The enemy is just five meters away and they’re all hiding themselves in the debris. Hellion counted in her hands as she nonchalantly tossed away the nonsensical book in her arms. Never mind the charm of it bringing her to a dangerous place. As long as she get rid of it sooner then she’ll be fine. Hellion glanced at the cursed book and kicked it away from her making the one hiding nearby jolted. Hellion sensed it moving away as she playfully stroke the dagger into sharpness. There still traces of blood in the blade, a remembrance of the former reaper who got decapitated in her hands.

a rogue faction of the original tribe who had rejected the resonance ten thousand years ago to embrace the vacuum of the deep reach. The Reapers were a terrifying inversion of the Silver Crest evolution. Their skin was a dull, matte black that seemed to suck the light out of the binary suns, and their eyes were pits of absolute white, devoid of the gold ring of the healer or the silver flash of the king. They didn't carry staves of light; they carried "Abyssal Scythes," jagged weapons of void-steel that hummed with a frequency designed to drain the resonance from any living thing. "The harvest is here," the lead Reaper hissed, his voice a discordant harmony that vibrated painfully in our mar

--- ### The Heart of the Harvest I followed her, driven by a desperate need to find the Core and a lingering, suicidal hope that some part of my mother was still in there. The stairs led to a chamber that defied the laws of physics. It was a cathedral of light and meat. Pulsing veins the size of tree trunks ran along the walls, carrying glowing emerald fluid toward a central sphere that hovered in the air. This was the **Reaper Core**.

Aaron continued, looking at Cameron, "you need to educate yourself. Reckless behavior in the den can harm the heirs." Cameron cleared his throat. "Where do I find the scrolls on this?" Sierra wanted to sink into the floor. "Cameron, stop!" "The clinic has several scrolls on prenatal care and mate bonding," Aaron replied, unfazed. "I suggest you study them." Cameron rubbed his chin. "How very thorough. I’ll take the collection." Sierra turned to Aaron, her voice desperate. "Are you absolutely sure they’re okay? He didn't... bribe you to tell me that?"

Raff starts. “I know. I should have told you last night or maybe this morning, but Rafferty Maellan Verdante Addams, you have no right to go through my things and read my spell book!” Willow shouts. Raff looks shocked at the accusation and a bit scared. “Woah there princess! No one went through your things or read your spell book. Just hear Raff out, then you can explain what your spell book has to do with you being more fae than we thought,” Aiden says, stepping to block Raff from her wrath if she unleashes it.

Images from the past, reminiscences from when they first met, flashbacks from the times they had spent together, and lastly images from yesterday when he raped her. Shivers ran down her spine as she remembered last night. She could still feel his lips leaving hungry kisses down her body, still feel his hands groping her breasts and touching her thighs, touching her down there, she could still hear his lustful growls. Emma closed her eyes and cried. She could still feel his touch on her body. 'You're easy to read.' More tears rolled down her cheek as she recalled his words. He had always read her exceptionally well then what happened last night?

He says, turning his back to me and the door behind me opens and the other guy walks in. I look between them, but The Reaper has his back turned to me and I shake my head, trying to push away the tears that are pooling my eyes right now. I know I pushed my luck here. I shouldn’t be pushing his buttons, but he drove me mad. He is an insecure little boy.

I whispered suddenly aware of his cold presence, my nipples stood pushing against the fabric of my dress. He bent to my eye level and gazed into my eyes, I was entranced. My hand moved of their own accord to his face, he was warm to touch and that startled me. "You are warm" I said simply "Yes" he whispered, his eyes darkening "Aren't vampires supposed to be cold blooded." I breathed "What books have you been reading, dear Guinevere." "Well I needed to know what kind of person you are." I muttered indignantly "You could always ask"

This made Rea decide not to continue studying at a public university but at an open university majoring in Indonesian Literature. It didn't stop there, when Rea was 18 years old. Rea's parents realize that there is a new figure present in their daughter, Uri. The opposite nature of Gia although both annoying in a different way. At first, Rea's parents just let it go. They think that is Rea's way to overcome all her problems as well as her past trauma and Rea seems fine with Gia and Uri's presence. Although every time they may meet with surprising and unusual things. Until at one point, when Rea was 21 years old, she liked a man for the first time. The teaching assistant at the university whe