Reaper Watch Novels & Stories

I took a seat at the table, writing down thoughts and ideas on various watch strategies-something we could propose to the council next week. With new information coming in every other day from different watch stations, it's a constant endeavor for the Warriors and Fighters to stay one step ahead of the demons. Determining where they've been previously spotted, the number of sightings, and the possibility of battle breaking out at any moment, the process can be overwhelming.

There was something in the presence of him that made everyone around him seem diminished, uneasy. I should have looked away. I knew that. But I couldn't. Something I couldn't name, a pull held me in place, my gaze fixed on him. Even from this distance, I could feel the cold, hard aura around him. Broad shoulders beneath a dark coat, the fabric stretched taut over his chest. The light traced the contours of his face—sharp, handsome. Godness, how could I use such words to describe The Reaper? Darius spread his arms wide. "Alpha Kael. Welcome. My pack is honored beyond—"

They are laughing and joking around like they haven't a care in the world. A song starts playing over the PA system and everyone goes to attention. The leaders of the Chosen begin filling out onto the stage and take a seat as the announcer begins his speech about the reaping. Over the years my family has always watched the reaping. It was one of the few things that we got to watch other than the news. I knew that my parents and grandparents would be gathered around the television watching and waiting to see what would happen to me.

As expected, it takes a lot of explaining to make him understand why a human female is attracted to the hero and not the villain. To fulfill my other duties as Wampus Cat reaper, I’m taught to stand in the middle of the office and access the control console, also known as Hell’s Helm, which rises from the floor on demand like Septimus’s ash tray. Via Hell’s Helm, I’m able to mentally project myself {into} the screens. As it turns out, reapers never really appear in flesh and blood in the human realm. In fact, extended stays on the surface world is fatal to us.

A Reaper stepped through the portal opening. Tall, with ebony hair, he wore the long black cloak she expected to see, a scythe in his hand. The man quickly ran to the left of the portal, and then another Reaper appeared on his heels. Dressed identically, with the same weapon, he ran to the right. Then, another sprang forth, and another. Ru watched, her eyes wide as the Reapers continued to pour out of the portal, as if Hell had spilled an inkwell and the thick, black substance was covering the entire earth.

I sprinted for the Interceptor, vaulting onto the pillion seat behind him. "Jax! Sienna! Reaper!" Dax barked into the comms. "I need its arms busy! Break its kneecaps, blind it, I don't care! Just give me a clear run at that ramp!" "You got it, Prez!" Reaper yelled from the second story. Reaper didn't aim for the armor. He aimed for the crimson visor. He fired three rapid shots, shattering the optical sensors on the left side of the Avatar's face.

It struck the ground a dozen feet in front of them. Where the beam hit, the scrubby grass, the tough little weeds, the hardy insects, everything simply… turned grey. Not dead. It was still standing, but all color, all vitality, was instantly leeched from it. It became a perfect, static sculpture of its former self, frozen in a moment of absolute apathy. A Reaper. That's what the Overseer had written. Deploy Reapers to sanitize the sector. Their weapon didn't kill. It preserved in a state of non-life. It was the ultimate expression of the Grey Sorrow's philosophy.

Kaen came near me and noticed that I was watching his brother. "He's an introverted Reaper, he's wearing eyeliner encase you couldn't tell and he also likes to cut himself and watch it heal. Sometimes he cuts too deeply and he passes out from blood loss momentarily, but always comes back healed," he told me frankly and I furrowed my brow. "What happened to the two of you," I asked cautiously, not sure if he'd share. It was odd for Reapers to get mixed up with the human world.

_Beep_. My watch. 68 BPM. His. 71 BPM. Calm. Outside, no drones. No reporters. No Reese. Just quiet. For now. *

I stood in the center of the bed, lingerie hugging my curves, and spoke directly into the lens. “To the one watching we see you now. You thought we were your puppets. But we know where you are. And we’re coming.” Fade to black. Then a caption. Dorm 309 Not Just Pretty Faces Welcome to the hunt, Reaper. You’re next. We hit upload. And waited.