Reaper Chara Novels & Stories

"The High Council has designated this territory a 'Resource Reclamation Zone.' All biological assets are to be processed. Resistance will result in immediate termination." ​"This is my home, not a resource," Rhea spat, her daggers ready. ​"Correction," the Reaper said, its arm shifting with a mechanical whir into a spinning saw-blade of silvered steel. "It is a laboratory that has overstayed its usefulness." ​The fight was unlike anything the Silver Bane had ever experienced. The Reaper didn't feel pain, and it didn't tire. When Marcus lunged, the machine simply swatted him aside with enough force to crack his ribs. Sela’s arrows bounced off the blackened iron as if they were toothpicks.

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The players eyes widened in terror, as the three figures emerged from the shadows. Medusa stood tall, her hair writhing like snakes, each strand tipped with venomous fangs. Her eyes glowed like embers, piercing through the darkness. A stone-like mask covered her face, except for her full, crimson lips, curved into a wicked smile. The Reaper loomed beside her, his presence like a shadow cast over the land. His eyes were empty sockets, his skin gray and decaying. A black hood covered his face, and his tattered cloak billowed behind him. His blood streaked soulcutter was held firmly to his chest as though passing a silent warning.

"That's why he's called the Reaper. You'll never be able to learn a Cursed Technique if you can't harness your Essence" "Essence?" She left him. Joe stood up. The Reaper. One who escorted souls to the after life. A Cursed technique was a deadly technique. He was learning techniques to kill enemies. He was preparing for war.

He is preparing to use his shadow powers against the dragon. ‘Reaper, it’s okay,’ I say to him. ‘It’s okay? Are you crazy? Have you forgotten I was chased and attacked by a swarm of those creatures?’ ‘No, I haven’t forgotten, Reaper, but this one is different. He’s our friend and on our side,’ I inform him. ‘You’re kidding me, right?’ ‘Nope,’ I smile, ‘Come, say hello to him,’ I say. ‘I’d rather not,’ he says, raising his beak.

This female elf is naturally Reya, the archer. Just like Navi, Reya was on her way back to SC Pier City to deposit her spoils within the guild building located there. Along the way, she came across a few herbs she couldn't identify but recognized the aura they gave off as rare plants so she is now carefully harvesting them. As Reya was putting the newly harvested herb away, she heard faint sounds from the distance.

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

Then the door to the warehouse swung open. Decker Kane, the Reaper King, stood at the entrance with his skull mask on and his hand through a person's scalp with his fingers pushing out of their eye sockets. A wet, sucking sound echoed as Decker ripped his hand free, the body crumpling down to the floor. He stepped over it, wiping his gloved fingers on his thigh, leaving dark smears.

A Reaper stepped through the portal opening. Tall, with ebony hair, he wore the long black cloak she expected to see, a scythe in his hand. The man quickly ran to the left of the portal, and then another Reaper appeared on his heels. Dressed identically, with the same weapon, he ran to the right. Then, another sprang forth, and another. Ru watched, her eyes wide as the Reapers continued to pour out of the portal, as if Hell had spilled an inkwell and the thick, black substance was covering the entire earth.