Reaper Chara Novels & Stories

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.

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…”

I cross my arms in irritation. “Kiara would never! How would she even do that? She’s just a kid!” I object. Dr Dae rolls her eyes at me. “Oh calm yourself girl. I’m not saying she chose to murder anyone. I assume that she was forced to comply somehow. You’ll have to ask the girl when she’s ready to talk. As for the how, the child is a Reaper.” She says it as if it’s obvious but it really isn’t. I know that Reapers exist, but they’re the kind of Magic that most people have heard of but no one has ever met. I suppose Kiara’s dad must have been a Reaper too and why the MRO was so secretive about her markings. Most people are kind of scared of Reapers, they’re kind of the boogeymen of our societ

Marcellus power. And somewhere inside… Lucinda is running out of time. The air smelled of oil, metal, and danger. Sheraphina, Elias, Julius, and their respective men weave between towering crates. Something feels wrong. Too quiet again. Elias noticed it first. “…Stop.” Everyone freezes. But it’s too late. Because above them—hidden between beams—Riker grins down. “Well, well,” he called out. “A Vale princess, a Marcellus heir, and the cold-hearted Trent boy. What a party.”

“Your death has shifted the balance. The Bloodmoon Pack will fracture. Their Alpha will weaken. And darkness beyond their borders waits.” I didn’t care about their fate. I cared about mine. “What happens to me?” I asked. “Your soul stands at a crossroads,” she replied. “You may cross into the eternal wilds… or you may return.” My eyes snapped open. “Return?” “Rebirth,” she clarified. “Not as you were. Not the gentle Luna who forgave too easily. You will remember. You will feel. You will carry your rage.” My pulse — impossible as it was — quickened.

He had the most beautiful sea green eyes I'd ever seen…but that's not why I'm here. Ahem. “ And I don't believe you're my date. So, why're you here?” He asked calmly. This time, the coldness was gone. ~~~Pierce’’s POV ~~~ It's her. The girl my vehicle collided with after speaking to her harshly at the exhibition in my past life. Was she reborn too? She seems…different. Her poise and mannerisms have changed too. “ I'm Kara Jones, Serena Jones stepsister and the adopted elder daughter of the Jones family.” she said after I looked up from my tab.

He dangled ninety stories above the street. "Hold on!" I screamed. The Reaper recovered. He pulled a knife. He lunged at me. I rolled onto my back. I caught his wrist. He was strong. Genetically enhanced. He pushed the knife toward my throat. I looked into his masked face. I saw zero emotion. "Die," he whispered. Suddenly a black shadow fell over us. Kael had fought through the paralysis. He lunged. His jaws clamped around the Reaper’s head. There was a sickening crunch.

[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.