Novel & Cerita Reapers Book

Cold satisfaction reigned. Yet the hook remained: a secret son out there, groomed as the perfect weapon. Elias’s shadows were unraveling. But one thread could still strangle us if we weren’t careful. I kissed Liora harder, possessive and grateful, before letting the medics pull me away. The Reaper had tasted blood tonight. And he was only getting started.

"The High Council has designated this territory a 'Resource Reclamation Zone.' All biological assets are to be processed. Resistance will result in immediate termination." ​"This is my home, not a resource," Rhea spat, her daggers ready. ​"Correction," the Reaper said, its arm shifting with a mechanical whir into a spinning saw-blade of silvered steel. "It is a laboratory that has overstayed its usefulness." ​The fight was unlike anything the Silver Bane had ever experienced. The Reaper didn't feel pain, and it didn't tire. When Marcus lunged, the machine simply swatted him aside with enough force to crack his ribs. Sela’s arrows bounced off the blackened iron as if they were toothpicks.

Serra shouts again and this time they all heard it clearly. Then all started to run back and the gates started to open. Then suddenly, the Reapers came slithering forward, swift as the wind. Their shrieks fills the air. Leni's army stood still behind the monsters, waiting for the traps to be cleared. The traps came into action. Huge cut woods swung into wide arcs and sent the Reapers on its path flying into a distance. If it were Badbloods, that would kill them or at least nearly killed them, but the Reapers only stood back up and slithered again forward, angrier.

How else can I write that? Damn it! I thought this is just an easy job. Recalling something horrifying is such a suicide. And that hits me. Being a living Reaper is my punishment. Seeing death is terrible, announcing their death is horrible. And recalling their horrible fate is suicide. That means I will not once feel the feeling of suicide the day I choose to kill myself but every time I reap a soul. And there, the punishment begins. William got mad and without thinking, William wrote his mother name in the book without knowing that the book is a curse.

Apparently, they now traveled in small packs when dealing with shifter deaths because Fenrir had killed one years ago who had tried to drag Lydia’s soul to Hell. My gaze dropped to their scythes. Reapers were low-level angels, one level below the foot soldiers they used as cannon fodder during battles. The only dangerous things about them were their weapons. “I told you we’d encounter the illegal psychopomps,” the male reaper said to his female companion. “If they’re not haunting wolf-shifter deaths, they’re infiltrating the Fifth Faction and stealing souls.” I rolled my eyes, even though his assessment of us was accurate. “Let’s be respectful of the recently bereaved and settle our differen

Will she die tonight? Unlike what most mortals believe, I’m not the only reaper walking this world. There are many of us, spread across the earth like silent watchers. Death is constant—every second, someone takes their last breath. But not all of them fall under my charge. I only reap those whose names appear in my book—the appointed souls bound to my hand. I kept checking my note, flicking through its cursed pages, waiting for her name to appear. But it didn’t. Not yet.

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.

A breeze rustled the leaves as if in answer. I smiled. He would not be lonely. His music and kindness would live on in countless beautiful melodies across the world. [Revenge mission complete. World line reshaped. Do you choose to return?] The long-forgotten system alert sounded. I stood and looked at Xavier’s smiling face on the tombstone one last time. “Goodbye, Xavier. Goodbye, this world.” Then, I said, “Yes.” … White light flashed, and I returned to the real world.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

It struck the ground a dozen feet in front of them. Where the beam hit, the scrubby grass, the tough little weeds, the hardy insects, everything simply… turned grey. Not dead. It was still standing, but all color, all vitality, was instantly leeched from it. It became a perfect, static sculpture of its former self, frozen in a moment of absolute apathy. A Reaper. That's what the Overseer had written. Deploy Reapers to sanitize the sector. Their weapon didn't kill. It preserved in a state of non-life. It was the ultimate expression of the Grey Sorrow's philosophy.