Reaper X Sombra Novels & Stories

Yet Sharon moved it around like she was playing with a toy, and the smile on her face was not forced. Reaper’s edge was very different from Canyon’s Mouth. Unlike the aggressive looking Canyon’s Mouth, Reaper’s Edge had a very delicate look. It was a slender saber that was half Sarong’s height, and it was very beautiful. Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast.

"I want Lucia back more than anything, but I can't trade the lives of this pack to get her. I don't know the right way forward, but I know that what I did was selfish." Sombra suddenly went rigid. Her muscles bunched under my hand. "Alanza." The tone of her mental voice made my skin crawl. She wasn't looking at the pyres anymore. Her head was whipped toward the dark line of the forest, her nostrils flaring as she tasted the wind. "What is it?" I asked, my heart beginning to hammer against my ribs. "Something is out there," Sombra said. "It smells familiar, but the scent is twisted. It feels wrong."

Was this some twisted reality or a trick of her own mind? She was confused. She wanted to ask Kate but she was livid with anger at the woman. Earlier, she wanted to scratch both of Kate’s eyes after betraying her trust, and bribing the doctors to kill her on the operating table! But at this time, Kate was innocent! “Yes! We are reborn! This is our second life, Nadine!” Nadine froze when she heard the voice. It sounded like hers, but something was different. Then, her eyes widened as realization hit her—it was her wolf's voice! But how? Her wolf had never awakened, not even when she was on the brink of death in her first life!

Her eyes have turned to black orbs and all the surrounding color seems to have been leached from its natural homes. “Kill him!” Rome is screaming from the ground, holding her waist. Laney holds a rock overhead, preparing to crack his skull open. In her past lives, when she was leaning into the darkness, she never hesitated. She always followed through. But Laney is different. The brightness of the colors floods back and she drops the rock to the side with a small whimper before crawling off of Xavier and hugging her legs to her chest in shock. “Then I will do it.” Rome hisses. She stands and walks over to where he lies unconscious, then leaning down, she slits his throat with her claw. “This

I try to breathe, but my rib cage feels crushed inward, my vision dissolving into a blur of gray spots and spinning green needles. Through the haze, I see the creature. It is an enormous brown Reaper, its jaw wide open as strings of blue saliva drip from its fangs. Its eyes are completely bloodshot, filled with pure hatred as it focuses entirely on me, its claws digging into the mud as it prepares to charge again. Then, a dark blur shoots across my vision like a cannonball. A terrifying roar breaks from his throat as Damon’s human form completely dissolves mid-air, his body shifting with a violent surge of silver light until a huge, midnight-black wolf slams directly into the Reaper’s side.

I was in a daze as I tried to figure out what was happening, it was then that a girl appeared in front of me catching my mate before she could fall to the ground. I stood on the spot dumbfounded as I tried to understand what just happened. I could see the disdain in her eyes when she rejected me, there was also a hint of anger in her eyes. I knew that there is a high chance that I will be rejected if my mate is not a rogue like but being rejected with disdain made me angry. I knew that she must have felt the aura on my body which made her realize that I was a rogue but being rejected as soon as she saw me hurt my pride.

, my body feels too heavy *zzooommmm* Suddenly someone came out from behind, and it was carrying a Crescent Scythe as I see who it is, It is Grim Reaper! I bombarded him immediately of questions. “GRIM REAPER!!! why is my foot disappearing? it’s just 8 pm!!” “There is a huge chaos in the underworld and spirit world so I also do not know what is happening, all of us, GRIM REAPERS, are in the state of battle mode.”- Grim Reaper. unlike before he is more serious now

Now he was coming, the thought made her shudder with trepidation. It was rare for there to be any problems with prerogatives, and even in the event that there were, reapers were equipped to deal with them on their own. In the rare cases that problems occurred; it was usually just some soul refusing to move on and deciding to haunt the living. Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts.

A goon lunged, his blade flashing, but I caught his wrist, snapping it, his scream cut short as I drove my knife into his gut, twisting until he stilled. “Burn it,” I growled, my voice low, my men torching crates of cocaine, flames licking the walls. One of Salazar’s lieutenants, a wiry bastard named Rico, begged on his knees, his hands raised. “Please, Reaper, I didn’t—” I shot him between the eyes, blood pooling, my boots stepping over his corpse. My men flinched, their glances uneasy, but I didn’t care. This was me now—cold, merciless, the devil they’d forgotten.

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”