Reapers Comic Novels & Stories

The man had finally managed to produce a child and he wanted me to stand in a hall and applaud. "Small man," I said. "Large occasion." Gary said nothing. That was the correct response. My throne had been built on the bodies of my father and my brothers, taken in the year I turned twenty-four, held through five years of war that hadn't fully ended. I had killed more men than I could name. The packs called me The Reaper and stayed out of my borders and prayed their treaties held. The elders said Moon Godness herself had cursed me, no fated mate, no heir, no future beyond the violence I was good at.

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.

Cillian’s lips curled back to reveal sharp, bloody canines. “I was so hoping we’d get to this part . . . ” he said, wiping his mirth-streaked eyes. His giggles erupted into loud, manic laughter, and the Reapers behind our seats raised their blades. Before the one behind me could stab down, I pulled the revolver from my pocket, pointed up at the Reaper’s jaw, and fired. The Reaper fell as the bullet blasted through its head, but no blood sprayed from the wound—only a cloud of dust. The skull mask wasn’t a mask at all. It was its face!

The reapers extended its finger apart with its plam facing the floor. In less than a minut, several jagged pillars ruby quarts sported infront of us. “Red, what are you doing?,” Daryl asked Adrian. “That wasn’t me,” “Up here Baldy,” The reaper smiled. “And that’s not all,” The android took his other hand, surging it with xenon energy similar to Daryl, and slashed a crescent shape wave destroying part of the pillars. “That reaper has our power,” Rick said. “Bingo Primal,”

“What are we going to do about him?” The archangel remained silent, his lips pursed in contemplation. Lisa really wished her boss would just tell her to forget about the prerogative and go back to her regular work. Things had been going so well for her; she did not need a blot on her immaculate record. If only reapers could actually kill humans, she mused darkly. Dropping the pesky human from the clouds would solve the problem in a second. Reapers weren’t actually death itself like most humans assumed in their stories, they didn’t cause it, they only came for the souls. She could almost picture herself following the problematic prerogative and yanking his soul…Her reverie was interrupted by

These people are crazy. The Reapers hissed. There were five of them and they slithered quickly towards the dead bodies and bite them off immediately. A Reaper bit the old man's head and Mira could see the eyeballs rolling to the ground. She closed her eyes and felt her stomach turned inside out. She forced herself not to throw up. The Reapers were eating the dead bodies like a dog who haven't eaten a week. Bits of flesh and blood were sprayed everywhere. The whole arena was filled with the smell of blood and death, mixed into a one gruesome smell.

I cross my arms in irritation. “Kiara would never! How would she even do that? She’s just a kid!” I object. Dr Dae rolls her eyes at me. “Oh calm yourself girl. I’m not saying she chose to murder anyone. I assume that she was forced to comply somehow. You’ll have to ask the girl when she’s ready to talk. As for the how, the child is a Reaper.” She says it as if it’s obvious but it really isn’t. I know that Reapers exist, but they’re the kind of Magic that most people have heard of but no one has ever met. I suppose Kiara’s dad must have been a Reaper too and why the MRO was so secretive about her markings. Most people are kind of scared of Reapers, they’re kind of the boogeymen of our societ

"The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak." She looked back at us, her expression grim. "And they don't use drones for maintenance. They use the **Reaped**." "Who are the Reaped?" Rowan asked. "The people who didn't survive the de-compiler," she said. "The ones who lost their souls to the simulation. They’re coming to put you back in your boxes." A sound echoed from the sky—a long, low horn that sounded like the Earth itself was crying.

By the end of it, both of them are barely holding themselves together. “Tell me what I need to know and I’ll let you leave," I tell them, wiping the blood from my hands. “Okay—okay,” one of them gasps, his voice shaking. “We’ll talk. We’ll talk.” I straighten slowly, stepping back just enough to give them space to breathe; behind me, I hear Reaper scoff. “Took you long enough,” he mutters. “I would’ve had them talking in fifteen.” A short, humorless chuckle leaves me as I wipe my hand against my jeans. No one can beat the great Reaper at this.”

He laughed and then smiled hugely. "That's so cool! I've never met an actual reaper before~" He bounced up to me and looked excited. "Why'd you get kicked out?" "I killed another reaper," I told him and shrugged. "He got in my way." "How'd he do that?" "He stole a few of the souls I was harvesting and so I cut him in half as pay back." He widened his eyes. "Whoa... that's pretty... wow," he whispered in amazement. "So do you get orders to kill people and take their souls or are you turned loose to take the souls you want?"