Reapers Comic Novels & Stories

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our honored guests, the top Mafia bosses of this city.” Applause filled the room. “We also have a new ambassador, who would be joining us this evening” I looked to see who it was but my gaze got caught on someone else, The Reaper. I felt the air shift instantly. The room became cold. Even the music seemed to dull. I looked toward the grand staircase. And there he was. The man I’d been dreaming of killing for years. The shadow behind my curtains at night. The devil himself. The Reaper. His eyes scanned the crowd with a predator’s eye before locking onto Victor. A faint smile touched his lips. Victor bowed slightly, his own idea of respect.

It was barely 9 AM, but I had already mapped out my first three moves. I took a deep breath, feeling the cold metal of the letter opener hidden in my robe, and opened the bedroom door. Silas stood there, a bouquet of lilies in hand, my favorite at the time. He looked at me with such feigned devotion that for a split second, my old heart fluttered. But then I remembered him standing over my dying body, and that flutter turned to a cold knot of nausea.

his face was perfection with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes so beautiful that I had to pause to catch my breath. Scars traced faint lines along his neck, but they only made him hotter for some strange reason. I could sense his power. I believe everyone here could feel it too. Moon Reapers were chosen humans, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself with extraordinary strength to eliminate werewolves who threatened humans or even innocent wolves. However, the Reapers often abused their power. And I had a feeling that the heir would be the worst of them all. He was out of this world. Captivating in a way that made my pulse race and my skin prickle with some unknown emotion.

"Come on. We need to find Elias and break the curse on us." Mirabelle dug in her heels. "No, not unless you acknowledge this child!" "What child? Don't you dare ruin my son!" The two of them started fighting. All of a sudden, Marcus thought of something, ran to the side, and threw up. My assistant reminded me that I still had a business gathering to attend that evening. I'd had enough of this farce, so I ordered my bodyguards to kick them all out. … Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive.

" There was a rare hint of passive-aggressiveness in his voice. Florence ignored him and held her phone out to me. "Look at this! Gets you excited, doesn't it?" she asked enthusiastically. Hayden followed my gaze, and his expression darkened instantly. There was a five-foot-nine-inch-tall man with particularly dazzling eight-pack abs displayed on the screen. "Whoa!" someone exclaimed enviously. "Do you have connections to any more of those quality men?" "Yes, in your dreams," said Florence sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "This is a junior staff member who just came to work with my department. Anna gets dibs."

The reason why Kiera slated their meeting for Friday was because she needed to go to work in her family's company—Campbell group the next day. In her previous life she had used a big sum of money to save the Relish group from decline but in turn jeopardized the future of her own company, accelerating its decline. Not long after, her grandfather fell ill and was hospitalised, his health deteriorating further. On his last day, he had wished to see the face of his granddaughter once more before passing on but even that became impossible.

, my body feels too heavy *zzooommmm* Suddenly someone came out from behind, and it was carrying a Crescent Scythe as I see who it is, It is Grim Reaper! I bombarded him immediately of questions. “GRIM REAPER!!! why is my foot disappearing? it’s just 8 pm!!” “There is a huge chaos in the underworld and spirit world so I also do not know what is happening, all of us, GRIM REAPERS, are in the state of battle mode.”- Grim Reaper. unlike before he is more serious now

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.

They are laughing and joking around like they haven't a care in the world. A song starts playing over the PA system and everyone goes to attention. The leaders of the Chosen begin filling out onto the stage and take a seat as the announcer begins his speech about the reaping. Over the years my family has always watched the reaping. It was one of the few things that we got to watch other than the news. I knew that my parents and grandparents would be gathered around the television watching and waiting to see what would happen to me.