Reapers Comic Novels & Stories

"Why are we sitting here listening to a girl? You've got us working twenty-four-hour shifts, locking down the compound, and calling in our families like the sky is falling. If we're going to war, just give us a target!" ​"Yeah," another man chimed in, leaning forward with a patronizing smirk. "Who are we fighting again? The Calpanos? The Martins? Boss, we don't need to excavate underground bunkers and build twenty-four-foot walls for those insects. We can wipe them out in a weekend." ​A wave of low, mocking laughter broke out around the table. ​I kept my expression completely blank, though my blood began to simmer. I knew better than to mention the words ‘zombies or apocalypse.’

"Save me… I'm sorry… Please… It hurts so much…" Her screams rang out, yet no one moved. One by one, more zombies swarmed in and tore into her body with brutal force. Madeline's final gaze was fixed on the sky. Her eyes were filled with sheer despair. When the horde finally dispersed with low, satisfied growls, all that was left on the ground was a blurry pool of flesh and blood. In the heavy silence, the old squad member who had once led the mockery dropped to his knees in front of me. His trembling hands pressed into the dirt as he slammed his forehead down hard.

"But I understand now. It was just dependency. I lost my parents and felt unsafe, so I became overly reliant on you. That's all it was." I heard his breathing grow heavier on the other end. I kept my tone serious and firm. "So I'm apologizing again. "Please stop saying things like that. I'll repay what I owe you over time. And I'll do what you asked. I'll stay away from you. I won't bother you again." Silence filled the line, broken only by our breathing. Then Dante hung up first. The line went dead. I let out a breath of relief, thinking that was the end of it.

a rogue faction of the original tribe who had rejected the resonance ten thousand years ago to embrace the vacuum of the deep reach. The Reapers were a terrifying inversion of the Silver Crest evolution. Their skin was a dull, matte black that seemed to suck the light out of the binary suns, and their eyes were pits of absolute white, devoid of the gold ring of the healer or the silver flash of the king. They didn't carry staves of light; they carried "Abyssal Scythes," jagged weapons of void-steel that hummed with a frequency designed to drain the resonance from any living thing. "The harvest is here," the lead Reaper hissed, his voice a discordant harmony that vibrated painfully in our mar

"If the core stops turning, we lose the gravity-well. We lose everything!" The Static-Reapers Arrive As the Earth began its fusion ignition, the Sink at the edge of the sector took notice. Out of the Absolute Zero, the Reapers appeared. They weren't ships. They were enormous, spindly needles of "Solid Cold"-beings resembling frozen lightning bolts. They didn't fire weapons; they simply floated toward the Earth, and wherever their shadow passed, all motion halted. Birds froze mid-air, falling like stones. The "Seed-Walkers" in the nurseries turned into emerald statues.

“Sit.” “I’ll rather stand, Sir,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended, my legs locked in place. I needed to stay on my feet, to feel some control, because the air felt thick with dread. Reynolds sighed, a heavy sound, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world pressed on him. He leaned against his desk, folding his arms, his eyes meeting mine with a gravity that made my stomach drop. “The Reaper is out of prison,” he said, each word a hammer strike. “Lucian Moretti. His one-year sentence ended two days ago. And from what we’re hearing, he’s coming for you.”

"I've said it before—our family has nothing to do with you. That was true then, and it's even more true now. Oh, and the moving service cost a hundred bucks. Make sure you pay me back." Her glare could've melted steel. I could feel the pure hatred radiating off her. This was the moment in my past life when everything spiraled. When I refused to let Drick move in, he'd snapped, stabbing me repeatedly with a knife. I didn't survive long enough for the ambulance to arrive. But this time, the script was mine. When Drick grabbed the knife on the table and lunged at me, I sidestepped. The blade sliced into Wanda's arm instead.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

"F*ck! I was terrified to death! It's excessively frightening!" "This reaper is so strong! It's so frightening!" "That is incredible, that is truly extraordinary. This little charlatan passed on excessively well!" "Today is by all accounts strangely ridiculous!" "Which livestream wasn't horrendous? Each livestream is ridiculous!" "Truth be told, however this time it's significantly more ridiculous than previously! This is just the main game, and there's now a particularly appalling demise. Just a head's been shaved off by the reaper!" Projectile messages were conveyed in a thick stream, and a wide range of remunerations were sent over, as though they were free. The whole live transmission ro

Kaen came near me and noticed that I was watching his brother. "He's an introverted Reaper, he's wearing eyeliner encase you couldn't tell and he also likes to cut himself and watch it heal. Sometimes he cuts too deeply and he passes out from blood loss momentarily, but always comes back healed," he told me frankly and I furrowed my brow. "What happened to the two of you," I asked cautiously, not sure if he'd share. It was odd for Reapers to get mixed up with the human world.