Reaper Sans Novels & Stories

Something that could never be hidden by the false soul. "Ughhh why me?" Ren grumbled as he woke up from "Slumber" land. Looking around the chamber, he could see a few other "dead" people around. Ambient resources floated around the room for the taking., "Tch, not letting this go to waste. Good old criss-cross applesauce sitting." Placing his hands on his thighs, Ren engaged the Reap System. 'Reap System, do your thing.' Reap System: Collecting Souls, Ion, and Languages. Back to calling me System again? Still mad about the last life-ending the way it did?

A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache. Years passed. I lived as a reaper. Cold. Efficient. Detached. I watched lives end and guided souls to their fates. One gloomy afternoon, I saw my mother's name written in the Death Note. I didn’t flinch.No fear. No sadness. Nothing.... Maybe it’s because I’m no longer human— Just a cold-blooded shell of what I used to be. I reaped my mother’s soul with steady hands. No tears, no hesitation. When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos.

She takes my hand and we walk back over to the podium. "We will now continue with the reaping. Announcer, please continue." I take my beautiful mate and lead her to our seats. I continue to hold her hand as we sit. She is shaking slightly so I continue to hold her hand. I rub soothing circles on her hand with my thumb and I feel her stiffen slightly before she relaxes. Cora remarkably remains calm and stoic. I have a feeling that she knows that she cannot show how she is feeling to those in the crowd so she mimics my behavior.

Reaper stood in the doorway. Calm. Still. Smiling. Not a big smile. Not a cruel one. A knowing one. Like he’d been waiting for this moment. Like he’d been waiting for me. I pressed myself against the wall, shaking so hard my teeth chattered. “Please—please don’t—” He stepped into the truck. The men around me went silent. Reaper crouched in front of me, his face inches from mine. His eyes were dark, unreadable, terrifyingly calm.

Somehow, I know to avoid its touch. “Careful around reapers. They are souls sentenced to serve the coven by Death. Never interact with them and never touch them. Let them be.” Zane warns as I swallow hard. Great, so not only do I have to live in the creepiest mansion to ever exist in an alternate realm, but now I have to worry about these reaper things. For fucks sake, I better not be in some damn death trap. I move closer to Zane. “Zane, what is with this mansion, and why is it so big?” I inquire, trying to gain some understanding of the new home I find myself in.

He looked back at the squad. "Oh, and Ren?" Vance added casually. "The developers wanted me to remind you to keep your graphical filters locked at 100% capacity during this raid. The rendering engine in Sector 12-Gamma is highly experimental. We wouldn't want you experiencing any... visual glitches." Ren nodded. "Understood. The filters stay on." "Excellent," Vance smiled that cold, perfect smile one last time. "Happy hunting." The door slid shut. Ren looked back at the obsidian datapad resting on the table. Ten million credits to clear out a digital warehouse. It was the easiest money in the world.

Soren - POV Rocher and I sat in the basement, eyes locked on the grainy footage playing on the screen. The man wore a Reaper crest ring, but there was no identifier—no name, no visible face. Something blocked the camera’s view, leaving only his hand in sight. Judging by the roughness of his skin, he was likely in his late twenties or early thirties. I exhaled sharply. No new information. Nothing. Even the dark web held no trace of the Reaper mafia, as if they never existed.

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.

“Something adventurous, fun. A once in a lifetime opportunity.” “I’ve missed out on twenty-four years’ worth of life, Tino. Anything could be a once in a lifetime opportunity for me.” The deadpan has the Santora man breaking out in a fit of laughter and he nods, agreeing that it was true. “That’s a good point.” He says. “Kind of sad, but you’re right.” Liviana nods. “Yes, so what am I supposed to put? Just anything I can think of? Oh- Maybe I should look up some ideas.” She decides, already searching through her blankets for her phone.

the girl said “Who are you?” the man wanted to act brave but the movement of the girl fingers on the trigger was enough to shut down his movement. “You see…This is a silencer… If you make any funny movements, you will be dead before you know it… No one here will cry for you…Do you understand?” the girl glared at him and the man nodded.