Reaper King Edh Novels & Stories

"I'd rather die than let myself be ruled by my own King. He is no King. Lucien is the King. Varca is just a person with a terrible backstory with werewolves and he wants all of them dead. He's just a pitiful man." "Pitiful?" Eden smirked slyly at Raya who nodded her head. "Because he doesn't know how many enemies he's made throughout his reign these two years. People and creatures loathe him. He should be scratching his ears off with all the hate speeches written and spoken against him. He was better off dead than be revived to life by Kathleen." Eden jumped his eyebrows at her. "You have no idea. Mother thinks of the same, every day. Even now, I'm sure that she wants to kill him herself." E

He said. Aurora was the daughter of Crimson Packs’s Alpha, a new ally pack that had pledged its loyalty and services to the king. The Alpha had given his daughter as a symbol of strong bond and trust between their packs. Lucien had raised no objections, and Aurora was to arrive today. She was a skilled warrior, one of the strongest Lucien had ever faced in battle, and had sworn to fight on behalf of the Vulkar Pack. Lucien looked up at his Beta, his expression unreadable, “I don’t care about that right now, Aiden, I need to find my mate.” His voice dropped, as he gave his Beta a piercing gaze.

The thought steadied me. At Edward’s side stood another figure draped in dark blue robes, taller, broader, with hair black as raven wings and eyes like liquid gold. King Alaric—the Lycan King. His presence was a storm contained, power rolling off him in waves that made even the strongest warriors shift uneasily. If Edward was fire, Alaric was the shadow it cast. When I reached the dais, Edward stepped forward, his gaze never leaving me. His hand brushed mine, warm and grounding. “You look…” His voice was low, meant for me alone. “…like the Moon Goddess herself.”

Chester POV Juliana...her name represented a part of my past, and when I thought to myself, I heard it in a whisper. This was a special experience for me. Since I'd been born, I knew I was Hartford's successor and now, the new Alpha King of the future. My name was known and never questioned. I came with notoriety. The Hartford Alphas were respected and revered. Most people avoided us. While I didn’t prefer being in public when I was, nobody approached me. If anything, they dreaded my cold stare.

Alpha Adam asked, confused. "Don't you know what he is, Alpha Adam? He is the mighty king of the dragons. The one and only King Arabic Reubus from the Kingdom of Diaphora. A long-lost kingdom for millenniums!" That lengthy explanation, hopefully, would give these two some sense to think brilliantly now.

“Just like I explained, you die… trapped in an endless void.” A silence fell. My heart pounded. I’d wished for death so many times, but the thought of being trapped alive in nothingness—it terrified me. “What should I do?” I asked quietly. “Simple,” the voice said. “You have one objective. Kill the King — Darius Venn.” The name hit me like a punch. “Wait,” I said slowly. “Darius Venn? The same man who destroyed my family?” “You can see him however you wish,” the voice replied. “But yes. That’s your objective. When you kill him… you’ll be granted one wish.”

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.

Graduation day at Reaper training My name is Skye Evanore Reoch and I'm the only daughter of the reaper king and queen. I'm half reaper and dark witch and possess loads of magic. My parents, Rowen and Ayira rule this reaper section out of thousands that cover the entire earth. Anyway, back to me, being the only girl out of four children, I'm a daddy's girl. I have an older brother Liam who is off being taught some things from his dark elf grandfather and my younger twin brothers Brodie and Brayden. I decided that I wanted to become a reaper and not just a boring princess lounging at a palace waiting for my parents to wed me off to some pompous prince so I enrolled in the reapers training pro

His tone sharpened. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the nausea. The King wasn’t the original reaper because he made a deal with Death. He wasn't a reaper at all. He was the Keeper. “You captured Death,” I whispered. “That’s why he can’t leave.” “That is why he is mine. His power is mine!” the King corrected, stepping closer again, and I stumbled a step back, my heel bumping into my mother’s body. “The crown before was a joke! It was weak and crumbled so easily!”

But now the throne had been reformed once more and this time mightier, as it was devastating; its head reared with different iron skulls while the throne stood empty. Yet I felt in my blood that something wasn’t right, just as the doors creaked open and the sound of footsteps echoed and the king drew near. That was when I drew my head up as my heart lurched to my throat to see the stranger who stood in the shadows once more, the same one who gutted my father like he meant nothing. The ‘reaper king,’ as rumors called him. "You insolent bastard! Who are you? Who dares to defy the CrossVale and degrade our Ayvoc like this!" Gelion screamed, and just a chuckle echoed through the room from the ma