Reaper Chara Novels & Stories

My psychic ability must be heightened in this place because I instantly become aware of these three creatures, these… {reapers}. The first is Kera, the Spirit of Vengeance, responsible for conducting everyone who suffered a violent death. She’s a battle maiden in plate armor, with an ebony face and short, curly blonde hair. Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back.

There was something in the presence of him that made everyone around him seem diminished, uneasy. I should have looked away. I knew that. But I couldn't. Something I couldn't name, a pull held me in place, my gaze fixed on him. Even from this distance, I could feel the cold, hard aura around him. Broad shoulders beneath a dark coat, the fabric stretched taut over his chest. The light traced the contours of his face—sharp, handsome. Godness, how could I use such words to describe The Reaper? Darius spread his arms wide. "Alpha Kael. Welcome. My pack is honored beyond—"

At the strange family surrounding her. "You're all enhanced?" she asked. "Most of us," I said. "Some are just—just brave humans who chose to stay." "Like me," Reaper said. He put plate of eggs in front of Maya. "I'm just regular person. No powers. Just stubborn enough to love people with them."

My intelligence screams at my instincts to run, telling me that even if I returned to the arena ground, what was the possibility that I would make it back alive? But I am not a coward. Even before I acquired my power, I didn't shy away from the fighting, even now that I feel invisible to humans. The night was still. The wind that had been beaten with such violence down the desert hard floor to the north had fallen, followed by a murmuring of the air in the night. Even though the whistles of the wind were enough to send fear down an ordinary human's spine, I am different. I am not the former Red Reed, but I am now a new version. I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wi

Is this reaper crazy so what is he saying? "I am not a scarped soul, reaper. I am alive, and you cannot take away my life just because you want to. You will be violating nature's law if you will take someone else's soul from a living person!" I am interested in him. He can't take my soul especially and I don't understand his reason.

Kaen came near me and noticed that I was watching his brother. "He's an introverted Reaper, he's wearing eyeliner encase you couldn't tell and he also likes to cut himself and watch it heal. Sometimes he cuts too deeply and he passes out from blood loss momentarily, but always comes back healed," he told me frankly and I furrowed my brow. "What happened to the two of you," I asked cautiously, not sure if he'd share. It was odd for Reapers to get mixed up with the human world.

“Be gentle.” Reaper lifts his hands in mock surrender. “Always.” He turns to me. “Name’s Reaper, vice president of the Rogue Legion and an Alpha panther.” His green eyes gleam faintly. “If I look like I’m stalking you, I probably am but only to make sure no one else does.” I don’t know whether to be comforted or terrified. Asmodeus steps forward next and floor seems to creak under his weight. “Asmodeus,” he says, voice deep and steady. “I am the Sergeant at Arms also an Alpha bear.” He gives me a small, careful nod. “I guard what’s mine.”

Reaper stood beside Stalker, watching as she punched the bag with precision and power. "Hey, Stalker, you think you're tough?" Reaper teased, his voice laced with amusement. "I've seen better form on a prospect." Stalker turned to him, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Stay away from me, Reaper. I'm focusing." Reaper chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Can't stay away, Stalker. You're too much fun to watch. Besides, I'm just trying to help." Stalker's expression darkened. "You're not helping. You're distracting me."

As I observed their faces, I also glimpsed at their stats. HOLLOW REAPER: Name> unknown Age> unknown Race> Demi-Human Strength> 100 Speed> 100 Control> 100 Skills> (master-level swordsman, master-level gunslinger, master-level martial artiste, grandmaster-level invincibility, super-genius compute wiz). STARLET: Name> Ajuruchi Samuel Age> 27 Race> Human Strength> 89 Speed> 70 Control> 95 Skills> (master-level swordsman, master-level gunslinger, master-level invincibility).

“Guys, he’s Dark, he’s a reaper.” “Reaper? Grim reaper?” Hugo asked. “Ah, just a reaper. There is no need to put on a grim,” said Dark. “Oh, okay. Sorry.” Hugo said. “They are the hunters. Cael, Hugo Raven, Damon and Kyra. They can help you with your problem,” said Tyler. “Problem? A reaper has a problem, too?” Damon asked.