Reaper X Geno Novels & Stories

Sighing heavily, he raked a hand through his bouncy locks, combing them with his fingers. “Damn it.” Xander was regretting but his hands were tied. To accomplish his goal, he must continue the act even if it projects him as the bad guy. Fishing out his phone from the pocket of his pants, he then dialed a number. “Giselle, get the car. We will be leaving for the site inspection.” *****

Seraphina asked him, her voice dripping with false sympathy as she looped her arm through his. She glanced at me, her smile sharpening, she was enjoying this. "Poor Aurora here is taking my place tomorrow. She's to be wed to that filthy Moon Reaper. Rumors are that he's as ugly as that painting we threw out yesterday." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Moon Reaper—the ancient enemy, a family of ruthless hunters bred for one purpose: killing werewolves like us. Legends whispered of their silver blades, their empires built on the bones of our kind. They were monsters in human form, trained from birth to hate us, to destroy our souls under the full moon.

They still believed our children were the key to their new order. A soft knock interrupted us. Elena entered, tablet in hand. “We have movement. A new faction calling themselves The Veil’s Remnant has made contact. They claim to have the final serum batch from Project Reaper. They want a meeting. With all three children present.” Damien’s body went rigid. “A trap.” “Likely,” Elena agreed. “But they’re offering something we can’t ignore. The complete deactivation code for the genetic markers. If it’s real, the compulsion threat ends permanently.”

“Kill them!” The first wave of Reapers pulled wildly at the vines trying to free their legs, but it was taking time. Harrison took the opportunity and continued firing, hitting the Reapers in the face and neck. They swatted at the bullets like flies, but the shots were slowing them down. Aurora stood up and took an arrow from her quiver. She let out a breath and slowly stretched it back in a bow that had been her mother’s - the string made from the dried sinew of a fallen brown bear and the bow carved from an old oak tree. Slowly and carefully she closed her fingers around the wood. Her blood pulsed with the power of her ancestors as she counted to three and released the arrow. It peeled thr

Vampires and werewolves are born, end of story. Now, here’s where things get complicated, and where my own story really begins. A vampire or a werewolf can mate with a human. The offspring? They’ll become a vamp or a were 99% of the time. That other 1%? They remain stubbornly, frustratingly human. Then there’s the Hibridni, or hybrid. That’s what you get when a vampire or a werewolf mates with a witch. The result is pretty rare: a vampire or werewolf with magical abilities. They get the best—or worst, depending on your perspective—of both worlds. It was always understood that a vampire and a werewolf could never produce offspring with each other. It was biologically impossible, a fundamental

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

He looks around and my mother and grandparents in a way that makes me think that they are going to hear it from him as soon as I am gone. "I will do my best. I love you all and please be good to each other. Father, I know that you are a man that follows the rules and that you want to do what the Chosen has ordered. Just please learn to open your heart to the family that you have. At the end of the day that is all we have in this life." With that, I turn and get on my bus leaving my home and all that I have ever known to go into the great unknown that is the reaping.

The man had finally managed to produce a child and he wanted me to stand in a hall and applaud. "Small man," I said. "Large occasion." Gary said nothing. That was the correct response. My throne had been built on the bodies of my father and my brothers, taken in the year I turned twenty-four, held through five years of war that hadn't fully ended. I had killed more men than I could name. The packs called me The Reaper and stayed out of my borders and prayed their treaties held. The elders said Moon Godness herself had cursed me, no fated mate, no heir, no future beyond the violence I was good at.

Black Estates 6:00 p.m. "I JUST DON'T GET IT" Brandon screamed on top of his lungs as he banged his fists on the table with a loud thud. Xander: Calm down Bear. Xander tried to hold his shoulder but Brandon jerked his hands off him and shouted.

Graduation day at Reaper training My name is Skye Evanore Reoch and I'm the only daughter of the reaper king and queen. I'm half reaper and dark witch and possess loads of magic. My parents, Rowen and Ayira rule this reaper section out of thousands that cover the entire earth. Anyway, back to me, being the only girl out of four children, I'm a daddy's girl. I have an older brother Liam who is off being taught some things from his dark elf grandfather and my younger twin brothers Brodie and Brayden. I decided that I wanted to become a reaper and not just a boring princess lounging at a palace waiting for my parents to wed me off to some pompous prince so I enrolled in the reapers training pro