Reaper X Sombra Novels & Stories

I pleaded. “You think you actually have a bargaining chip? Do you think you have something valuable enough to trade? I did ask you to call the number at 6 tonight. But I don’t really need you to do it yourself. I can kill you now and take your phone. Or option two, I can kill you now, then make Kiara bring you back to life. You'll still end up making the call, but you will be in a great deal of pain when you do it. I will break every single bone that Eva had broken while she was here. We can bring you back to life after killing you a hundred times. You should be down on your knees, thanking us for granting you mercy and only killing you once. It’s your decision, just know that you will not j

Can you please stop suspecting anything and everything? I felt a moment of dizziness. In my past life, he had accused me in exactly the same way. For an instant, I thought I had returned to the past and almost lost my balance, but a pair of strong hands caught me. It was Zayne. "Are you alright?" he asked. He was a head taller than Hayden, and I could feel his muscles even through his shirt. I smiled at him. "I'm alright." Zayne took the opportunity to put his arm around my shoulders. "If you're fine, then let's head back in together."

March 20th: $12,000. I frown. These aren't debts. These are deposits. I flip the pages. The numbers get bigger. The dates get closer to the day he died. Next to the last entry—May 15th, $50,000—there’s a note in the margin. Two letters circled in red ink. S.R. My blood turns to ice. Savage Reapers. The Wolves’ sworn enemies. The men who deal in guns, girls, and misery. The men Sal warned me never to make eye contact with.

Thalyx said as he laughed. "I can't go back to the Beast Nation, and I can't go back to you. It's utterly pointless. Let's elope to the ends of the earth and go to a place where no one can find us. Or how about you die with me? Maybe we can be reborn again after we die. Maybe we can love each other again in our next life." He leaned his head into the crook of my neck, and his icy body made me shudder. Just as his sharp blade was about to touch my chest, I abruptly pushed him away, pulled out the sharp dagger from my sleeve, and stabbed Thalyx in the neck. Blood splattered all over my face, and Thalyx's expression visibly twisted.

She passes out. Her dream continues, until they are no more, and then there is darkness. There is only blackness. No sound, and no sight. And then, a figure, floating just above her like an apparition. He holds out his hand like a beggar or someone who has lost their way. But this person has something else to offer. Something that glistens red, dripping down from between the fingers of his left hand. His blood. The blood drips down along the edges of his palm where he stands. Noelle can smell it somehow, she even tastes it too, and it tastes metallic, as if her own blood too, has spilled over onto the man’s palm and now mixed with his crimson liquid.

I nodded my head to the reaper. Atlas pressed his wrist to Sasha's mouth but she didn't respond. Nearing her ear I encouraged her with my words. "Please feed on the reaper's blood. It is full of magic that will heal you quickly." Her yellow eyes opened slightly and she frowned. "I cannot, I am not a hybrid," she choked out. Gritting my teeth I glared at Faelon and the reaper. Biting my wrist, I tilted her head and let my blood drip into her mouth.

Tomás nearly paid with his life, as well as Sienna. "No me importa tu razonamiento. Me llaman el segador porque soy el que dicta los juicios. Desafortunadamente para ti, tu futuro se ve sombrío." I don't care about your reasoning. I'm called the Reaper because I am the one that passes out judgments. Unfortunately for you, your future looks Grimm. I say as I aim another shot at him.

The bone man followed my lead, exploring the world through my eyes. He looked at the lines on my hands, the swell of my breasts and legs. The sinews and tendons fascinated him. We walked barefoot together. He tasted the air with my lips. I've missed my heart, you know. His bones rattled, aching for life. The black shroud wrapped round us, and he formed himself from the wind. Will you dance with me? said the Reaper. “What are you?” I asked. Your companion. He looked at my hands, now his. They were bare bones. Maiden, you will never be rid of me.

- To be afraid of such shit - to be the most shit! “Let's see how brave you are,” the sorcerer chuckled, spitting blood, after which he said, referring to Tamir, who was frozen indifferently to the side. - Well, what are you doing with a sour face? Today you will go into the mortuary and crawl out of there only when you raise three ghouls. And then you put it down. So that in advance I don’t fall into melancholy and sadness every time.

His cold lips press to my forehead before the man disappears, leaving no trace of his previous presence. I stare in the direction from which I hear faint screaming and gulp. Being alone with the vampiress doesn't sit well with me, as if Kieran dragged his brother away on purpose. Finally, my gaze falls on the doctor, who is trying her best to smile without showing her enlarged fangs. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. The asshole brothers complain about my hyperactive nature far too often. Can we start the examination now? If you have any complaints, I will need a little more time to find the cause of your problems and come up with the best plan. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm jumping the gun a bit