Reaper X Sombra Novels & Stories

Something that could never be hidden by the false soul. "Ughhh why me?" Ren grumbled as he woke up from "Slumber" land. Looking around the chamber, he could see a few other "dead" people around. Ambient resources floated around the room for the taking., "Tch, not letting this go to waste. Good old criss-cross applesauce sitting." Placing his hands on his thighs, Ren engaged the Reap System. 'Reap System, do your thing.' Reap System: Collecting Souls, Ion, and Languages. Back to calling me System again? Still mad about the last life-ending the way it did?

A reaper that will work for Umbra and only Umbra. Rain begins to pour over the top of us as we fight. More wolves come to fight as both my wolves and the wolves with Chaos grow in numbers, but I have something Chaos doesn't have. I have the ancestors. The ancestors pour the rain over us and bring the thunder. They push Chaos and his wolves back into the woods. "Be gone!" The ancestors say. The rain clears, and the wolves collapse to the ground. I look to my right to see Fallon and Libby. "They want me to die. Does anyone want me to be the reaper?" Fallon asks.

Then the door to the warehouse swung open. Decker Kane, the Reaper King, stood at the entrance with his skull mask on and his hand through a person's scalp with his fingers pushing out of their eye sockets. A wet, sucking sound echoed as Decker ripped his hand free, the body crumpling down to the floor. He stepped over it, wiping his gloved fingers on his thigh, leaving dark smears.

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

“I give up, as I am tired.” He pleaded with his shivering hand as he still tries to reach for it and towards the reaper he believes and in presence to take his soul into hell. To the silence and dim-like shadows of the selected parts of the room where the full moon is shining and giving its light as it is reflected through the glass walls. Footsteps echoes as the silhouette of the reaper he claims finally introduces. To the light of the moon and the claim reaper, he calls pave its very image in front of him. His blurry vision from his left-right eye, picture out the distinct purple and crimson mix paired of eyes that somehow is illuminating in that dark and resembling both the cold of the ni

Let’s talk this out properly. Only for Mira to scream back, "Leave me alone! Unless I get the money today, I’m not moving!" "I’m right, aren’t I, everyone?! "And to those new joining the stream, check the links in the shop below! Don’t miss out!" That’s right. Mira had been livestreaming and selling products every day for the past week. Even if I didn’t pay her so-called emotional damages, she’d already made a fortune. When a reporter asked her to shut the stream down, she slapped the woman across the face. "Stay out of my business! My viewers deserve to see this live. I’m doing this for them!"

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

{TW: bad family relations} After a week of no new missions, I decided to finally check out my karma levels, and boy, I wish I hadn't. Standing in front of the mirror, instead of my usual reflection, I was greeted with a terrifying dark murky red aura completely surrounding me. The system's text came through, explaining that it represented an uncontrollable, angry, vengeful, deeply evil soul. That alone left me speechless. I was a vengeful spirit, but damn, I had a good reason to be...

The altar yawned before them, its vats burning, its power a sledgehammer, but out stepped Savire from the shadows, his silver wolf body lean and deadly looking, his grey eyes hard and standing watch over the ritual like a sentry. “Savire!” I roared, tumbling back into my wolf, my gray fur bristling, charging, my claws slashing his side, blood welling red, his snarl a naked sound of pain. He leaped, his fangs hitting my shoulder, pain searing me, blood in my fur, but I slammed him, and we went crashing into a tank, the glass breaking, silver shooting, searing my skin. And raked claws across my chest, blood-stopping sound, pain-stopping sight, but I bit his leg, crunching bone beneath my jaws,

But he was too scared to stare right into Harris eyes, so his gaze found mine instead. I could feel the hatred within his eyes when he turned to stare at me, "You…" he gasped, his voice low and trembling as blood began to flow from the corner of his mouth, “You did this to me,” I frowned. “I did not do anything to you,” I answered, “Yet.” I was certainly going to get my revenge when the apocalypse started. I couldn’t exactly kill him now unless I wanted to spend the next week in jail. So, he was going to live, for now.