Reaper Scan Novels & Stories

In fact, extended stays on the surface world is fatal to us. At the Helm, I’m joined by the three other reapers I saw at the abandoned airport on my first day. They’re all, just like me, controlled by Septimus with his variously styled gothic rings: talon, jester, and scorpion. Respectively they are Kera, the evil Valkyrie, Ankou, the creepy clown, and Yama Ranger, the four-armed and blue-skinned cowboy. Collectively they call themselves the Bureau of Transmigration. Not that they tell me things or they’re ever in a talkative mood. In fact, with the exception of Septimus and Ankou, the reapers are taciturn to the point of seeming mute. Ankou isn’t much of an improvement either with his posh

“Dr. Leopald?” “I see it, Dr. Meadows, keep scanning please, so I can get the full picture.” Dr. Meadows did as she was instructed. “Ok, I’ve seen all I need to, now I’m going to go to the TV screen and point out what the scan is showing us.” Dr. Leopald walked to the TV screen and with his pen he pointed to the screen, “There, you see that? Dr. Meadows please isolate that and name it A1.” “I see it.” I said as I nodded.

"North tunnel. Heading for the relay point. I can crash their network." "I'm coming." I reached Tyra's relay beacon. The frequency generator hummed softly, sending out a pulse just strong enough to attract attention. I crouched behind a broken pillar and waited. Death came walking. Silent. Precise. No wasted movement. Another Reaper. I didn't give myself time to think. I rushed from cover and jammed the chip into the slot behind its neck. The Reaper convulsed violently. Its limbs twisted at impossible angles. Then it screamed—not with its voice, but with a psychic pulse that knocked me flat.

You have won the challenge! [A random reward has been granted: Instant Skill level up] [Congratulations! Your Scan Skill is now level 2! Additional ability of the skill has been added!] [Scan Skill can now do the following: *Auto translate - If the user scans a text or script written in a foreign alphabet, the Scan Skill can automatically translate it to the language preferred by the user. *Auto answer - If the user scans a text or script containing questions, the Scan Skill can automatically provide the most probable answers.

“It’s not. It’s bait. Or a cover. Either way, someone is lying. And I’m going to find out who.” Two hours later, I’m on a secure line. “I need a scan run on hospital records. Name: Kaia Reyes. Birthdate: what’s on the document. Start with the last twenty years, then go back. Silent sweep. No chatter, no logs.” The man on the other end doesn’t ask why. “I’ll call if I find anything.” He doesn’t call. The next day, the report comes back clean. No hospital records beyond routine checkups. No gaps that suggest identity changes.

A reinforced glass case at the far end, empty but for a faint, greasy sheen of power that made her teeth ache. Relic residue. “Move,” Daire said. Kieran went to the consoles, slipping a data stick into a port. “Copying logs,” he said. “Tuning sequences. Energy profiles. Anything with “Lunaris” on it.” Rae’s voice crackled in his ear. “You’ve got… three minutes before the next patrol hits the outer hall.” Daire moved to the file cabinets along the side wall, prying them open with quick, brutal efficiency. Paper whispered. Forms. Delivery receipts.

"I need to find the nursery archives." Silas scoffs, the sound like grinding stones. "You won't make it past the first biometric gate. The scanners don't just look for your face; they look for your frequency. Currently, your frequency screams 'Illegal File.' You’d be incinerated before you reached the elevator."

Rayne stepped behind me, holding what looked like a sleek black device with ridges and a faint green pulse. "Hold still, sweetheart," she said. The scanner hummed as she swept it along my spine. I held my breath, the seconds dragging. Beep. "Got it. Bottom-left scapula. Deep subdermal."She tilted her head. "Definitely custom. Vincent must've paid top dollar." "Wonderful," I muttered. "I'm flattered that he wants to stalk me that badly." Rafael pulled on surgical gloves with flair, flashing a wink that could cut glass. "I promise to be gentle. I only scar people when they deserve it."

Claire smiled as she pressed the game's power button. The round scanner with the camera lens in the centre begins to move upright. Stand and face the camera. Claire followed what the scanner's said. The girl was standing facing the camera. Instantly the scanner emitted a kind of green light that moved from the tip of Claire's head to the tips of her feet. Scan completed.

Adrian tried to reach for her, but June grabbed his arm, pulling him toward the dark opening. "She’s holding them, Adrian! If we stay, we all die!" June yelled. The other two Reapers ignored the fallen one. They turned toward Lydia, their visors glowing with a malicious red light. They began to emit a high-frequency screech that made Lydia’s ears bleed. It was a dampening signal, designed to scramble the Voss mutation. Lydia fell to her knees. The white light flickered. She felt the child recoil, its steady beat faltering. The Reapers moved in, their claws clicking.