Reaper Watch Novels & Stories

The silence in the mountain safe house was heavier than the snow piling against the windows. I stood frozen in the center of the living room, the destroyed tablet still smoking on the floor where Damien had crushed it. My hand rested protectively over the swell of my belly, where our daughter kicked as if sensing the storm brewing between her parents. “Project Reaper,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me.” Damien didn’t move at first. The Reaper, the man who had once kidnapped me, broken me, then rebuilt me into his queen, looked almost… broken. His grey eyes, usually so cold and calculating, held a rare shadow of guilt.

I snarl at him. His eyes sweep over me to the rest. They’ve all stood up in guard, but that doesn’t seem to faze him at all. One thing that makes Reaper really dangerous is the fact that he was maniac. Sure, I am cold, but Reaper takes that to a whole new level. He is a sociopath and a psychopath, all wrapped in a pretty ugly and deadly bow. “I’m here to see, Ava. Why else do you think I would be here? To see your sorry ass?” he asks with a devious smirk.

Addendum: Visual data suggests tertiary consciousness emerging within the Veil. Designation: The Watcher. A pause. Then, a whisper not part of any transmission—so faint it could be mistaken for a glitch. Maeve… don’t close it again. The feed ends.

"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.

Rough with awe. “I get that a lot,” I said, stepping into view. “Now tell me why you’re watching me and the girl, or I’ll let the shadows finish what they started.” His gaze flicked over me, calculating. Not afraid. Which annoyed me. “I’m not your enemy,” he said. “My name is Caelan Vire. I’m a Watcher.” The word hit like a curse. I let go of the blade, letting it drop into the dirt between us. “Those relics died centuries ago.”

"I watched the entire screen recording, and honestly? Luna AI wasn't leading Madison into signing anything. Instead, she was the one who tricked Luna AI into it. She basically sweet-talked and gaslit an AI into promising her a payout." "Luna AI came home like, 'Mom, I'm back. And I kind of owe 160 million dollars to a bunch of people. Can you help me pay it back?' And Nexara was like, 'I have no child as disgraceful as you.'" "Mercury's in retrograde for Nexara. The cards don't lie—the company's luck is rotten in June, and July's looking just as bad. Hit me up for a reading if you want to know more. DM for details."

She followed Serra's eyes and stared at the horizon. She watched the birds in the sky, the trees that sways in the wind, and the clouds that looked like a crumple of smoke above. It's a beautiful sight, very pleasing to the eyes. "So, any reports on possible attacks on those villages?" Serra asked. "There's reported sightings of Reapers around the perimeter of each villages but no Badbloods, no sign of any attack" Nysel explained. "My men will report to me any time now and I will immediately forward the message to you chosen one."

After she left, I couldn't help but feel a wave of disgust as I stared at her back. She killed my family in the previous life, and in this one, I would do anything to watch her sink into eternal ruin.

I didn’t know if he could hear me, but I hoped, prayed, that my words were reaching him. Then, with the invariable beep of the monitor vibrating in the silence, I saw it — a little movement in his fingers, a slight change in his face. My breath held, my heart jumping as I leaned closer, watched, and waited. His eyelids flickered, and slowly, against all odds, my father stirred, and then opened his eyes.

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