Reaper Chara Novels & Stories

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

Elara’s POV “It might be a bright idea for you to step out of the shadows,” I said calmly. A few seconds passed before a man materialized inside the room. His face was covered with a mask. He lifted his arm and showed me a tattoo etched into the back of his palm. “Reaper. I have come to take your life,” he growled. The Reapers. One of the greatest assassin guilds in the country. “Do you have any idea where you are? This is Caelthorn territory.”

No names on this job, only call signs. We have Reaper, Ghost, Shade, Viper and me, Blade. They were the best the clan ever trained, monsters I’d bled beside before I ever wore a professor’s jacket. Each one carried the feather scar somewhere on their body, each one owed Old Might their soul. But tonight they answered to me. Reaper, he's tall, shaved head, and his voice sounded like gravel. He was the first to speak. “Package count?”

But I had something far greater than that: a bond that conquered even death itself. I pulled myself up when dawn bled faintly through the cracks of the cave ceiling. It was a sore, pitying affair with each step; however, determination was burning more fiercely than the pain. I tore a strip of cloth from my tattered gown, tying my hair back. The old Nora-the one who obeyed, who feared, who stayed quiet-was gone. I was the rebirth of Luna. Axel's POV Days passed, or was it weeks? Time had no meaning any longer.

Hiro sets perimeter markers—silent chimes only a Lycan ear would catch. The plant specialist—Mirela, from Silias’s group—unloads her cases, checking vials and seeds like they’re children tucked in for bed. Elliot’s already stringing a tarp between two trees, humming under his breath. Lina sits cross-legged near the fire, hood shadowing her face, eyes sharp and distant. And Rhys—Rhys stands like the night owes him something. A war hammer given flesh, as Devon once said, shoulders broad, jaw set, presence heavy enough to make the fire lean his way.

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.

Now, he looked worse than an omega. “Accept the rejection, Lucian.” I roared, releasing my alpha aura to him. Both Naomi and Lucian were shocked and widened their eyes when my aura hit them. Especially Naomi. She went deathly pale when she realized that I was still as strong as I had always been. “I….. I, Lucian Fischer, accept the rejection, Alpha Xyla Thorne.” The next wave of pain hit me hard, but I had already anticipated this pain. Honey tried to take as much pain as she could to keep me strong.

"Tell me what he is. And I'll let you go." "He's my partner." "Try again." "He's a Reaper," Elion said. The words just came out. He didn't plan them. He didn't think them. They just fell out of his mouth. Kieran blinked. He laughed. A short, sharp bark. "A Reaper? Like... the Grim Reaper?" "Yes." "With a scythe?" "With a coat," Elion said. "And a debt." Kieran stared at him. He looked for the lie. He looked for the joke.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Erica. I've only ever dragged you into chaos." Before he could finish, I caught sight of Mable staggering to her feet, her eyes burning with hatred. "If you’re so desperate to stay together, then go hand in hand to the other side." Out of nowhere, she pulled out a knife and charged straight at me. Lester couldn't react in time. I squeezed my eyes shut in despair, only to hear the dull thud of the knife piercing straight into flesh. I snapped my eyes open to see a dark shadow shielding my view. Caspian had one hand over my eyes and the other wrapped around me.

Ariana spun toward Liora instinctively, fire flaring protectively as chains snapped and she caught her before she fell. When the smoke cleared, Serena was gone. The clearing was ruined—scorched earth, shattered stones, unconscious rogues scattered like debris. Ariana held Liora tightly, relief and exhaustion crashing over her in equal measure. Liora groaned weakly. “Please tell me you didn’t kill her.” Ariana let out a shaky breath. “No.” “Good,” Liora murmured. “That would’ve been too easy.” As warriors rushed in, Kael’s presence hit her—familiar, grounding, fierce. He reached her side in seconds, hands gentle as they examined her, her stomach, her injuries.