Reaper Chara Novels & Stories

Rico and Elena’s teams were fighting above, but down here it was just us and her. The final confrontation was personal. Seraphina revealed the deepest truth: Project Reaper wasn’t just genetic manipulation. It was part of a larger ritual that required the child to be “claimed” in this exact chamber under the blood moon. The anonymous insider had been a plant, the real traitor was closer than we thought. But as she raised a ceremonial dagger, something shifted. Elias, Lucian’s son, stepped forward from the shadows where he had fallen with us. The boy looked at Aurora, then at Seraphina.

She takes my hand and we walk back over to the podium. "We will now continue with the reaping. Announcer, please continue." I take my beautiful mate and lead her to our seats. I continue to hold her hand as we sit. She is shaking slightly so I continue to hold her hand. I rub soothing circles on her hand with my thumb and I feel her stiffen slightly before she relaxes. Cora remarkably remains calm and stoic. I have a feeling that she knows that she cannot show how she is feeling to those in the crowd so she mimics my behavior.

his face was perfection with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes so beautiful that I had to pause to catch my breath. Scars traced faint lines along his neck, but they only made him hotter for some strange reason. I could sense his power. I believe everyone here could feel it too. Moon Reapers were chosen humans, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself with extraordinary strength to eliminate werewolves who threatened humans or even innocent wolves. However, the Reapers often abused their power. And I had a feeling that the heir would be the worst of them all. He was out of this world. Captivating in a way that made my pulse race and my skin prickle with some unknown emotion.

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.”

And take your time, - taking over the deceased from the hands of the sorcerer, said kreff. Tamir was the first to approach a deep ravine and, carefully feeling his way with his feet, began to descend. The rocky, snow-covered slope abruptly went down to where the black mouth of the cave could be seen in the moonlight. Lesana froze at the edge of the ravine, turned to the healer and said: - You follow him. And I'm the last one. The undead are there,” she nodded towards the thicket. The girl was the only one of the three who was a warrior, and now, more than ever, she realized that it was not enough to bury her friend, she still had to go back to the Citadel and return her companions there.

[STATUS WINDOW] - Name: Rey Skylar. - Race: Human (Otherworlder) - Class: Elite Enigma (B-Tier) - Level: 33 (14.93% EXP) - Life Force: 22 (+32) - Mana Level: 84 (+32) - Combat Ability: 30 (+32) - Stat Points: 57 - Skills (Exclusive): [Doppel] - Skills (Non-Exclusive): Nil - Alignment: Neutral [Additional Information] You are a mystery to the world. While the underworld trembles at your presence, those on the surface do not understand your true strength.

Standing before The Reaper, Lin and Hunter rehearsed all that they had learned from Kai and Stereo. But still, it did not seem enough as they stood in front of the guy. “I tried, Lin. I really tried,” The Reaper started. “I tried to help you. I gave you so many chances to live yet you chose to die. You had the choice to quit this stupid quest and go back to the human territory; to go back to your ex that is still madly in love with you, but no, no, no.” He chuckled.

She said to her, and the kid nodded with a smile. “Shannon, I need you.” “No, you don't. You’ve got this, Frey,” she assured me as she led her daughter up to me, and she held onto my arms. “Her name is Charice, and she loves cartoons, cookies and bedtime stories. I need this, Frey. I am a Reaper on life support and anything could go wrong anytime, so I need to go out there and figure things out for myself.” She uttered. I pulled her into an embrace and said, “I’ll text and call every day. I promise.” She nodded before she let her go, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

The bone man followed my lead, exploring the world through my eyes. He looked at the lines on my hands, the swell of my breasts and legs. The sinews and tendons fascinated him. We walked barefoot together. He tasted the air with my lips. I've missed my heart, you know. His bones rattled, aching for life. The black shroud wrapped round us, and he formed himself from the wind. Will you dance with me? said the Reaper. “What are you?” I asked. Your companion. He looked at my hands, now his. They were bare bones. Maiden, you will never be rid of me.

my voice is a dry whisper in my throat, and it vanishes instantly in the darkness. A thick chuckle burst out of the slot hole, “Look who it is we have here… Dale Lazarus, The Reaper, harbinger of doom, our top 1 fighter. To what do we owe this unplanned visit?” I stare deep into the hole the voice is coming from, “Dora Jael. I want you to terminate any contract you have with her.” The air in the room is suddenly split by a sound that makes the hairs on my arms stand up. It started low, a guttural, rattling noise, a dry wheezing chuckle, then the devilish laughter dies, and he continues, “You sound…”