Reapers Book Novels & Stories

Alongside other top experts, I finally held off the attack. The hackers retreated in frustration, leaving only the damaged systems that required repair. Suddenly, alarms blared through the building, and loud bangs echoed. Before I could even react, smoke and flash grenades were thrown inside. I was forced to close my eyes, and a sharp pain hit the back of my head. When I woke up, I found myself on a cargo ship. … I slowly sat up and surveyed my surroundings, only to see Harry lying not far from me. A dark hole pierced his chest, blood spreading across his shirt. He looked… dead.

The Coming of the Reapers The peace was shattered by a sound that shouldn't exist in deep space—a low, melodic Howl. On the edge of the Mosaic-World’s "Bubble," the first of the Reapers arrived. They weren't ships. They were massive, bio-engineered hounds the size of skyscrapers, their bodies composed of the same Thorne-DNA as Leo. They were "Data-Sniffers," designed to track the specific "Noise" of a rogue consciousness through the void. One of the Reapers pressed its snout against the Mosaic’s energy shield. It didn't fire a weapon; it began to Lick the barrier. It was tasting the "Flavor" of Leo’s soul, looking for a weakness in the code.

Reaper I made good on my promise. I turned the entire southside into a slaughterhouse. For the first twenty-four hours, the Midnight Reapers moved like storms. We kicked in the doors of every known Skulls trap house, every front business, every warehouse by the docks. We broke bones, shattered teeth, and dragged their bleeding lieutenants into the mud.

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

Every plan I had was seen through and crushed by Victor. Again and again, I was dragged back into the same nightmare as before. Since being reborn, this was the first time I felt completely hopeless. What was left to do? Maybe it would be better to just die. Tears slipped out soundlessly. A faint rustling came from outside the door. I turned my head slightly. “Apple, having your tongue cut out and your legs broken doesn’t feel so good, does it? Hahaha… you finally got what you deserved!” Francie stared at the blood covering the floor, laughing in satisfaction.

The sound of his boots faded down the hall. I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. My body was still shaking. Not from fear. Or not only from fear. When his teeth had grazed my mark, something inside me had ignited. A heat that started at my neck and poured down through my chest, my stomach, my thighs. My skin had tightened. My breath had caught. And for one terrible, honest second, I had wanted him closer. The Reaper. The man who’d killed his own family. The man who collected territories like other men collected debts.

Stepping out of my dorm room always seems to lead to a payday. I am in a great mood as I head back up to Room 306. But the second my fingers touch the doorknob, my instincts kick in. Hmm? I push the door open. The living room is completely dark and dead silent. To a normal person, it would seem totally empty. But my new Reaper senses are very sharp, and they are screaming that there is a huge, breathing creature currently standing in my personal space.