Reapers Infamous Novels & Stories

He quickly said, “Uncles, elders, we don’t need to stand against the city council. Just send someone into the detention center and kill Kaze Lee. We can also set an example to the other factions in the underworld.” “Oh? Good idea. Who should we send? Who else in Lefteria Group has such capabilities?” Everyone pondered. Leo chuckled and said, “Have you guys forgotten about the strongest in Lefteria Gang and the top killer of Sunrise City?” “You mean Jeremiah Reaper, the Grim Reaper? I thought he was living in seclusion in some monastery?” The elders were surprised by Leo’s suggestion. As elders of the gang and now board members of the company, they feared the man known as the Grim Reaper.

I know how that sounds insane and maybe a little fucked up, but that’s because they don’t know our uncle… Reaper. Once upon a time he was King of the Underworld and I’m not talking about some petty street thug with a superiority complex. No, he ran everything. Guns, drugs, intelligence networks, torture rings, black-market assets. If it was illegal, Reaper had his hands all over it. His face was on Most Wanted lists across three continents. Then Iris happened. He’s her biological uncle, and somewhere between her conception and falling in love with one of Mom’s closest friends, Reaper decided to clean up his act. He cleaned up his empire, legalized everything he could, and become part of the

I scrambled away, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. The water-Reaper took a step onto the bank, its form solidifying as it left the river, becoming a figure of sculpted darkness, its surface shimmering with trapped moonlight and crawling filaments of black-gold code. It didn’t look at me. It looked at Marcus. >Asset: Marcus. Designation: Infected. Protocol: Reaper. Directive: Assume control. Marcus stood his ground, his head cocked. “Directive conflict. Primary target: Thorn.” >Thorn is mine, the water-Reaper intoned, its voice the sound of a rushing river and grinding stone. >You are recalled.

“Get out of my sight.” “It's times I visit these Mongrels." Reaper was an acquaintance of Lucifer; they referred to the reaper as the cleaning service. He pays reaper exceptionally well. Reaper had connections in the Forensic police department worldwide, making missing person files disappear.

The thought of him in the hands of his family's murderer made her shake with terror. "We're going to get them back," Stalker said, reassuringly but it did nothing to help the way Velia felt, "Whatever it takes." "How?" Velia asked, her voice barely a whisper. "If this Rosario person is powerful enough to take both Venom and Virus, how are we supposed to –” "We're The Reapers," Reaper cut in, "We don't leave family behind. Ever." Velia looked around the room at the assembled pack members, who had become her chosen family over the past months.

“I don’t want to think about that yet!” Lucan nodded solemnly. “We’ll return to this conversation… in time.” But just then, the door burst open. Jim. He strode in, suit still immaculate, eyes flicking briefly over me before landing on Lucan. “Lucan. How do you feel?” “Stronger,” Lucan replied. Jim nodded grimly. “Sorry to interrupt, but we have a situation. The Midnight Reaper struck again. This time… It’s a teenage child.” I gasped.

He got ready to pay a visit to the company, bringing the plan along to let the employees put it into action. At the same time, over at Tom's place, a man in black with the mask of a grim reaper stood before Tom. "You're finally here, my friend!" The masked man was known as Reaper. Ranked ninth on the Shadow Ranking of the Hitman Guild, he was a formidable hitman who had never failed to take down a target. A year ago, Reaper had gotten injured during an assignment and fell unconscious on the road. Tom came across him and saved him. Thus, the two formed a friendship.

Winter was the best season for this, because then she could fall into the blanketing snow—and fall she would, each and every time. When she’d had enough, we moved on to Highgate Cemetery, where I sometimes came to mourn. Earlier that year, it had been decreed that those who had been turned into Reapers still deserved to have their names listed on a great headstone, thanking them for their service. The headstone was titled “REFORMED TRAITORS.” I’d found my family listed there, and felt a jerking in my chest. They would have hated to have their names here, among the common people. Myself, I decided that I wouldn’t mind being buried among undistinguished graves . . . so long as my death came af

I snarl at him. His eyes sweep over me to the rest. They’ve all stood up in guard, but that doesn’t seem to faze him at all. One thing that makes Reaper really dangerous is the fact that he was maniac. Sure, I am cold, but Reaper takes that to a whole new level. He is a sociopath and a psychopath, all wrapped in a pretty ugly and deadly bow. “I’m here to see, Ava. Why else do you think I would be here? To see your sorry ass?” he asks with a devious smirk.

he mumbled sadly and I hugged him tightly, telling him I missed him. "The reaper section is a mess. Reapers are retaliating and aren't doing their collections. Victoria is making those disputing her disappear, like my poor Ronan. I fear the human realm is going to experience an apocalypse soon if you two don't get rid of that ignorant female pretending to be in charge," he said gravely.