Reaper King Edh Novels & Stories

Kael didn't ask. He stood. Three steps brought him to the side of the bed. This close, I could smell him — iron and pine and something dangerous underneath, something that made the mark on my neck pulse once, hard. "You're mine now," he said. "No one touches you. No one speaks against you." His eyes held mine, dark and absolute. "Do you understand?" The words should have been a comfort. Coming from anyone else, they might have been. But this was the Reaper King, and I had watched him take a man's head off mid-sentence. The arm that had lifted me from the blood could just as easily put me back in it.

he continued. "So he's related to their king or something," I asked. I wasn't too surprised as Andre always teased that he had some power. "He's definitely related," Hanson spoke "He's the Prince of the vampires, set to become king once he chooses a mate." I frowned, that did surprise me. Andre had failed to mention that fact, which was important since he always tried to convince me to pick him as a mate.

Yeah she was seventeen and stubborn on so many levels but she also was a lot more mature than most girls her age. Raphael got up from his throne and cleared his throat to get everyone's attention in the room. The talking stopped at once and everyone’s attention was on him. He was almost as old as the King. He was around 930 years old and he was sired by the King. Raphael had wavy brown hair that was shoulder length. He had striking deep sea green eyes. Belle heard her little sister suck in her breath, she was studying him. Her sister talked to her through their mental link. "You can keep the King I will take him. He is built like a god."

I asked Elder Morgana. Damon interrupted her as she was about to speak. “Listen, everyone. I don't care who you are or what you are. I am the only one with the title of a king here. I am not just the alpha of a pack alone. I am the alpha king, and I demand total respect from all of you. It's one kingdom and I lead everyone!”

She was basking in the hushed whispers of the crowd. “Is that really Aris?” “The legendary hermit has finally surfaced.” “This is it, Anna,” Gabriel whispered, his eyes gleaming with a hunger for redemption. “After today, Daphne Franklin will be nothing but a footnote in our success story. We don't need her money when we have this code.” Anna smirked, adjusting her headset. “She’s probably crying in the VIP section right now, watching us take the throne she couldn't buy.” The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena. “And now, representing the National Selection, we have the return of the prodigy, Aris, presenting the high-octane gaming server Arena-Bound.”

a grainy snapshot from the hotel's front door cam. Only his profile showed a man in a black coat with sharp, menacing features. The chill seemed to seep through the screen. The comments were blowing up: [OMG! Doesn't he look just like that guy?!] [The Alpha King of Bloodmoon Wolf Kingdom, Frederick!] Frederick. My head spun. The guy from last night, the one he called "baby," the one I thought was just a one-night stand. The Wolf King? The one from the legends, an Alpha King infamous for his hair-trigger temper and cold-blooded killings, all because he couldn't find his mate?

"Tell me who that rogue is. Or I'll drag you to the pack square and strip your Luna title in front of every wolf in the alliance." Blood seeped from the corner of my mouth. Every notch the dominance climbed, another rib sent a warning. I spoke word by word. "That rogue… is Alaric Blackwood. Your Alpha King. While you were chasing Vivienne, I took a vampire's claws for him." Cain didn't believe me. The pressure increased. I heard the sound of my own rib snapping. Then the tent flap was thrown open. Alaric stood in the entrance. Full armor. The Alpha King's crest gleaming on his breastplate. The moment he stepped inside, his presence crashed down like an avalanche, grinding Cain's dominance to

“Please, speak.” My father, King Edward, who was just as curious to hear what his younger brother had to say, placed his hands on the table and followed the conversation. “As you know, your father’s fourth cousin, King Abel of Soliste, has been trying to put a claim on this throne, and seeing as you are twenty-six and have yet to produce an heir—“

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

I looked down at my hand, which was still wrapped tightly around the cold, heavy grip of Stone’s Glock inside my pocket. I had escaped the gilded prison, but as I looked at Tyler’s soft, worried face in the glow of the dashboard lights, a terrifying reality settled over my mind. Stone Callahan was the King of the Reapers. He didn't lose, and he didn't let go of what belonged to him. The moment he returned to that bedroom and found the lock box open and his little dove gone, the entire territory would burn. The war hadn't ended when I left the compound; it had only just begun.