Reaper Chara Novels & Stories

I am the daughter of Alpha Shell from the Scarlet Pack and my mother is a Moors princess! Sherizad batted her eyelids at fifty bats per second. Ryan could not help but feel a little something knock at the gates of his icy heart. Love was in the air.

- She whispered while Kiera only nodded her head. - Excellent. We can start right now, as there is no need to wait. - King Marcus went straight to Kiera and stood before her. He placed his palms on her temples like before, but now he looked straight into her eyes. No words were said, but soon, the witch's face relaxed, and a small smile appeared on her lips. Slowly, her eyelids closed, and she fell asleep. - Now it is your turn. - Vampire glanced at Charlotte. - I am ready. - She whispered again.

"Why is my hair blue-white? What happened to my body? My cultivation is back to... muther fuc.." Reap System: You will be fine. You completed a few quests. The biggest one, Survive near Death 94%. A new record. Beating your previous one at 89% Some quests rewards are specifically for Yaya and Bedalika for sticking by you the entire time. 'You do not say?!' Ren was still pissed at Reap. Warning a bunch of strangers instead of helping him deal with the storm pissed him off. 'How is my Ion Energy Sea now?!'

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

I apologise. "Is that a fresh injury, or would you call it an old battle scar?" Clarissa raises an eyebrow, visibly concerned. It's like I have met many vampires, but the ones I have encountered are enough to make me think they're all horrible. First the Hunters, then Vladimir and his regular patrons were all overly aggressive and full of hate. Now, I met Octavius and Clarissa, and they're both gentle with me. Sure, Kieran is cold and distant, but I think it is in his nature to push everyone away.

The hiss of the draining pod was the loudest sound Sela had ever heard. It filled the small, cold room, drowning out the frantic beat of her own heart. The clear liquid swirled down, revealing the body of the Reaper inch by inch. He was tall, with short-cropped hair and a face that was all sharp angles, even in sleep. He wore the simple grey tunic and trousers of the Citadel, now plastered to his skin by the fluid. His eyelids fluttered.

“Gorgeous.” Reaper’s eyes narrow in warning as he pulls Jade into the security of his arms. “She’s mine. Get your own.” He whispers with a pout. Jade snorts and rolls her eyes. “Okay, then. I know you two probably have some work to take care of. You have ten minutes.” She says with a scolding glare. Which is funny coming from someone so small and fragile. Jade is a very talented ballet dancer. We met last year during one of her performances. She and Reaper were going through some relationship issues, and Kazik was looking for a way to make Reaper hurt. That’s how Reaper and I were able to resolve our differences and became friends.

I snarl at him. His eyes sweep over me to the rest. They’ve all stood up in guard, but that doesn’t seem to faze him at all. One thing that makes Reaper really dangerous is the fact that he was maniac. Sure, I am cold, but Reaper takes that to a whole new level. He is a sociopath and a psychopath, all wrapped in a pretty ugly and deadly bow. “I’m here to see, Ava. Why else do you think I would be here? To see your sorry ass?” he asks with a devious smirk.

“Avery Delan.” “The name does not matter. The meaning does.” “What meaning?” The being tilted its head, and for a moment it looked almost human — and unbearably sad. “The meaning of death forgotten.” Behind Veyra, the Choir began to hum again, their tone lower, mournful. The being extended a hand — not threatening, but beckoning. “Follow the current, and you will see. But understand, Reaper…” The air around it trembled, and for a split second, Veyra saw the faces of every reaper who had ever served under her, dissolving into light.