Reaper Demon Novels & Stories

But she didn't stop. Two demons were still locked onto her. One of them moved in female form—long, black hair snaking behind her like a living thing, eyes glowing with icy blue light. The other was shorter, all solid muscle—he didn't wait or strategize, just charged forward like a living battering ram. Rea backed away—and then hit a tree. The female demon smiled. "That was your last step, mortal." Despite the pain, Rea drew her backup knife from her boot. It didn't matter how much it hurt—she didn't show it. She braced for the strike, the final blow... Then something flashed past her. She didn't see it—only felt it.

Alexander said and stood up to leave when the reaper's words made him stop his steps. "I am especially here for you, and you need to explain everything you've done with the demon." "Elucidate, huh! Keep waiting, maybe another reaper will appear here to take you into the hell," Alexander announced haughtily and left. "Darling, can we go somewhere else?" the woman was intoxicated by Xavier and that's what the devil wants. "First, tell me your favorite crime, the sin you think it's worth," Xavier spoke to the woman as Reaper turned his attention to Xavier.

Once the soul dissolves inside the evil spirit, they won’t be able to reincarnate again. "I will leave this place no matter what --whether you like it or not!" I shouted. After that I spread my beautiful and strong black wings. My hair turns into long and gentle blue fire. My eyes become all white and my lips turn black. I’m like a beautiful fairy demon but I’m not. I’m a reaper and it is my duty to collect and save souls. A blue fire scythe appeared in my hands then I flew away from hell. I returned back to where I live and that is --the land of the living.

But, it could also just be a demon that looks like a reaper. My eyes widened when I saw that he was going to hit me with the reaper so I quickly landed and rolled away from the reaper. I'm afraid I won't be able to feel if I'm in pain because I'm sure the injuries I sustained in Callora Grande have not fully healed. But I don't have time to think about that anymore. After rolling I reached the plain. I quickly stood up and my suspicions were correct, there was no other demon in this place, but the reaper—or if he was a demon.

He responded. "I don't understand." I was confused about what his intentions were. "Fiona, I'm a reaper. I collect souls and then I deliver them to my boss." All his explanations did was make me feel like he had lost his damn mind. "I had to kill the others to fill my quota." "And who's your boss?" I asked. I wanted to see what kind of bullshit answer he had. "A demon. You'll meet if you accept my offer." He answered. "Doing this on my own can be a little tough, I could use some help. Become my partner, you can live forever."

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—"

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.”

She immediately withdrew her hands from his, making his gaze harden a little. "Are you aware you are now stuck with me?" His voice was cold and alluring at the same time. She could only stare at him and swallow. "So, you better get used to me," he added. "But... you are a demon," Esteria managed to say. The two were on the large bed with a little distance between them. "I am El-Kharis and also not an ordinary demon. I am a Demon God of Thunder, Esteria," he said, dragging out the last word.

Faelon stated, causing Atlas to shake his head. "It is because the Archangels know you are in residence. That call is for you. The demons will call for Thad next. I'm afraid you both will have to fight against one another," Atlas said solemnly and chewed on his bottom lip. "I don't have fucking magic! Are the reapers going to fight?" Faelon inquired bluntly. Atlas kicked the floor at his feet. "The reapers are neutral and don't pick sides but no rules are saying that we cannot help a friend," he grinned slyly. Smiling back at him, Faelon hugged the reaper, surprising him.

When I reached out to take it from her grips, I realized it was a photograph of her with her mother, Pamela. I took a deep breath as I felt remorse and pity for my daughter. When I got a much better look at her, she was as translucent as a ghost, with dark circles under her eyes. Regardless of the fact that we had brought her to sleep therapy several times, she seemed to have the same night terrors over and over. I understand how challenging and heart-wrenching it must have been for her to lose her mother and even witness her death at such a young age. She was only five years old when the tragedy occurred two years ago.