Reapers Comic Novels & Stories

He has a solid jawline, clean-shaven face, thinner cheeks with just the right amount of plumpness, dimples that would take any normal woman’s breath away, beautiful bright brown eyes with flecks of gold, a tall leanly-muscled build, and short dark brown hair that is always neatly combed to one side, but tufts at the top in a cute way. I give him a polite nod that contradicts the rude way that I shove past him to step inside. I wordlessly pass him the name and photo of my target that came with the job posting, fixing him with an intense emerald-green gaze. He already knows the drill and I’m not one for pleasantries or small talk. He gives a low chuckle at my straight-to-business attitude, “al

The other had eyes like still water. Eventually, the younger man stormed off. The other turned toward me. "Human," he said. "How are you?" I swallowed hard. "Who are you? Where am I?" "The underworld. The land of the dead." "Am I in hell?" He didn’t answer right away. "You’re not going anywhere. You ended your life before your time," he said. "Then why am I still here?" "Because of me," he replied. "You were meant to vanish, but I intervened. I’m giving you a second chance. You’ll return to the human world as a soul reaper."

But there are also some of them who are happy and excited because they want to overthrow the most treacherous organization in all of Asia. All was well so I confronted them. "For blood and glory!" They smiled and immediately responded to what I said. "We are eternal!" "Forever as one!" "The end is here!" "None shall remember them!" "We are the reapers!" "Let's taste their flesh!" "Fill them with regret!" "We're not afraid!" "DEATH AND GLORY!" Third Person Point Of View

The Mistress looks at the reaper, as his smile widens, swinging his scythe in response as he whispers. “Glad to be the bridge of that contract.” Looking at her with eyes that are in a mix of amusement, and pity towards her as he is somewhat seeing himself in her shoes just like the doll that he turns into a human. Everything of their lives and the one who took the deal with HIM are all, but HIS puns and pieces in the chess game that HE is playing. “Now, brace yourself as the reaper will tear it apart.” Backing out and into the shadows, a smile creeps onto the reaper's face as he immediately and swiftly jumps and on towards her, putting his scythe at the back of her throat, with the assuring

“Well…ain’t that interesting.” I grabbed the last empty bottle from the table and hissed, “Nothing is interesting.” “Baby, that man just looked at me like he was deciding where to bury my bones,” Reaper stated, chuckling even as he shifted his chair an inch away from the cage line. I lifted the tray against my hip, and turned to go. “Maybe stop giving him options,” I said over my shoulder. Reaper chuckled again, his attention staying on Cain. “You got no idea what you stepped into, do you?” he called after me. The amusement was fading and he sounded almost serious.

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

Reaper apologises to me, half laughing. Once he is unblocked, it takes a few moments to find him. His head is busy, a mess and I can hear him shouting at something or someone. It was like I had stepped into someones messy garage. Everything was so jumbled and chaotic, not at all like the Lucian that I thought I knew! "Is this what my head looks like?" I ask Reaper but she doesn't answer. I guess that I am on my own. “What are you doing?” he roars at me as he realises whats happening.

Not only she can’t use her healing ability in this world yet her missions requires inevitable pain! “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll heal right after the midnight strikes.” Garfield remarked, “That’s why don’t die by that time. Wounds can be healed but not a broken and scattered soul.” That’s another thing K Whatever learned from him. A reaper may not be wounded by mortal’s pain but it can be wounded by other reapers or with other spirits lingering in the world. They can feel pain but not easily die.

said the Reaper. "And how did you know, are Reapers good in mind reading now?" I reacted, still massaging my back. "You're stereotypical." "I am what?" "Yes, you are! You heard it; you're stereotypical—a very terrene characteristic." He said, turning scarlet. "H-how?" my brows lined in one. "You see us, Reapers, as dreadful and bad angels. You think of us as angels who conform to dark stuff, am I right?" I paused. In some ways, I think of them that way. It's how the whole Heavenly Realm sees the Reapers. Besides, the way I was traumatized by the façade of their lair had me wanting to go to a terrene clinic for professional mental health guidance.

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.