Reaper King Edh Novels & Stories

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.”

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.”

"He doesn't love me anymore. He has nothing to lose. He’ll tear that eye out of the sky." "He will provide the spark," the Shadow King replied through Silas’s lips, a dark, viscous fluid leaking from the dead man’s mouth. "The Heir needs a catalyst. A heart that has been emptied is the perfect vessel for my return. And you, Rhea... you are the cradle that is finally falling."

Each King/Queen was also given a throne to sit on. “We are here today to discuss a pressing issue at our hands.” Miaka looked to her right, at her brother Lancelin Eustein, who was nervous but determined. Today’s decision might change the future of the Dark Council forever. “Shall we commence?” “We already know why we are here,” spoke Rihero Von Palestin, the dark haired, onyx eyed man who was known to be blunt as blunt can be. He was also the Dragon King, the ruler of the Reptilian dimension. “King Eustein had chosen a vampire as his mate and now it is up to us to decide on his fate.”

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.

The third was the Queen, holding a silver hawk perched on her arm, her eyes painted with almost unnerving precision. Aaron gave a low whistle. “They even got his scowl right,” he said, tilting his chin toward the King’s image. “Impressive.” “Don’t say that too loud,” I said. “Someone might report you.” He shrugged. “Let them. I’ve been reported for worse. Kael, I'm the Prince of Eldoria, absolutely nothing can happen to me in Veridia.” I was about to respond when an elder woman passed us and paused. Her eyes locked on mine, and for a breath, I stiffened, ready for suspicion or offense.

Eli whispered under his breath. One of the strangers laughed softly, as if amused. “So fast,” he said. “As expected of the Alpha King.” Eli’s head snapped toward Kieran at that word again. Alpha King. That title didn’t make sense to him, but the way those men said it—like it meant something powerful, something feared—made his stomach tighten. Kieran didn’t respond. His posture had changed completely. Gone was the calm, unreadable expression from before. Now there was something sharper.

King Asnus called hesitantly, "there's something you need to know." "What, pray tell?" "The raiders, they had sharp claws and teeth. Their eyes also glowed a weird green. Thru seemed strange but they were humans, I'm not sure if…" he trailed off. Sebastian's eyes narrowed. Definitely not vampires. Green eyes… vampires were red. "I'll take care of it. Do as I have commanded." King Asnus bowed, "yes, my lord." Sebastian turned and went down the roof. "Are you leaving?" Aurora asked when she saw him walking out of the partially destroyed palace.

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!”