Reaper Sans Novels & Stories

"The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak." She looked back at us, her expression grim. "And they don't use drones for maintenance. They use the **Reaped**." "Who are the Reaped?" Rowan asked. "The people who didn't survive the de-compiler," she said. "The ones who lost their souls to the simulation. They’re coming to put you back in your boxes." A sound echoed from the sky—a long, low horn that sounded like the Earth itself was crying.

7 and a weight of 170 lbs, let’s welcome Sinister! The crowd went crazy. Music blasting loudly through the speakers. Out came a muscular man. He has short black hair. Wearing white boxing shorts. I watched him heading down to the ring climbing over the ropes. With an evil-looking grin on his face. "With a height of 7.1 and a weight of 185 lbs, let’s welcome Reaper!!" I turned to Carolyne, raising my voice so she could hear me. “Which one is Nathan?” “Reaper.” She yelled back.

The Reaper advanced again at him but he quickly ducked and hit the monster with his tail, like a slap. The Reaper staggered and hissed in annoyance. Rena appeared behind the Reaper and stabbed its body but the dagger just bounced off like she's slicing a rubber. The Reaper didn't get wounded at all, nor a scratch. The Reaper turned at her annoyed but she disappeared quickly, ran off towards the tree, beside Sisi.

He has a solid jawline, clean-shaven face, thinner cheeks with just the right amount of plumpness, dimples that would take any normal woman’s breath away, beautiful bright brown eyes with flecks of gold, a tall leanly-muscled build, and short dark brown hair that is always neatly combed to one side, but tufts at the top in a cute way. I give him a polite nod that contradicts the rude way that I shove past him to step inside. I wordlessly pass him the name and photo of my target that came with the job posting, fixing him with an intense emerald-green gaze. He already knows the drill and I’m not one for pleasantries or small talk. He gives a low chuckle at my straight-to-business attitude, “al

NYX’s POV “Salvador suuuucks!” Narin and I had barely stepped into the Rebel’s hideout when we were welcomed by the loud screech of a male banshee- or rather, a farshee- who was obviously fed up with Salvador Academy. I jumped, my hands covering my ears to block out his ear-splitting scream which shook the entire basement. The dude was lucky we were in an underground bunker. If he had pulled this off outside, the Westwood forest would have easily carried his cries to the ears of the guardians. That would lead him into some serious trouble.

Returning back to my reaper duties and a persistent prince I headed back into the mound not in the mood to celebrate anything any longer. I was pleasantly surprised by Salenis plopping down next to me and exhaling harshly. I turned my head and smiled at him. "Thanks for helping me with all the annoying things that happened," I said sincerely and he winked and told me no problem. I laid my head back and thought about everything. "I'm going to tell Rai to take his reaper king thingy back and I'll just return to collecting souls like I planned on doing before I supposedly fell in love and got burned," I mumbled bitterly and Salenis chuckled and turned towards me.

As if his last connection with the world of the living was abruptly and forever cut off. The novice was not tormented, did not suffer, did not grind over what had happened in his head. With cold indifference, he accepted this incident, rejected it and forgot it. Don't take back what you've done. It's useless to kill yourself and irritate spiritual wounds. No Eilish. Lesana is gone. The world didn't collapse. The sky didn't split. He made a mistake. It won't happen to him again. And everything else - cross out and forget.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

His pack followed after, lethally graceful, but always tempered by the subtle pull of his control, like a conductor holding his orchestra in check. Auren launched himself into the fray, now the golden glow of dawn reflected in his bright eyes. One rogue wolf leapt at him, its claws outstretched, but Auren had predicted this. He sidestepped, and his aura flared to life; the wolf stumbled, for its energy repulsed the attack. Each movement was calculated-a combination of combat skill, supernatural perception, and strategic foresight.

The silver gleamed in the moonlight that was cascading into the cabin. I looked at him skeptically. “Why do you want your son killed? Seems like a waste if you took all that time to bring him back from the dead.” Reaper looked at me as if I were an idiot. “Isn’t it obvious?” “Clearly not or else I wouldn’t be asking,” “Because he’s a self righteous prick.” I looked at Reaper deadpanned. “You are just figuring this out?”