Reapers Infamous Novels & Stories

Sharp eyes, sharper tongue. “Thought you were dead,” she said flatly. “Disappointed I’m not?” Rafael replied. Kira smirked. “Only if it means less chaos.” Next was Lucien Marek, a hacker so infamous his name was whispered in both intelligence and mafia circles. His black nail polish gleamed as he offered Sophia a lopsided grin. “So you’re the woman who turned the Reaper into a man again.” Sophia raised a brow. “Depends on the day.”

"I will never forget you." I placed my foot on the first rung. The wood groaned under my weight. I climbed higher, my hands gripping the splintered edges. Almost there. Almost free. Suddenly— A loud gunshot exploded through the air. Warm blood splattered across my face. My eyes widened in shock as the maid's body dropped to the ground beside me. Her eyes were still open. Still looking at me. A scream tore from my throat. My whole body shook uncontrollably. A tall figure stepped forward from the darkness.

"They cut the hardline." Kael sat beside me. He was vibrating with tension. He had ripped off his tie. His knuckles were white as he gripped the door handle. "How many men?" Kael asked. His voice was a low rumble that shook the seat. "Dorian has a team of four," I said. "But my father would not send thugs. He would send the Reapers." "Reapers?" "Private military contractors," I explained. "Genetically enhanced. Pain resistant. They are the ones who burned our house down five years ago."

Her eyes gleamed. “They’re Verek's direct lapdogs. Killers. They’ve slaughtered more people than most ordinary dare to count… Alphas included.” She leaned back slightly in her seat, completely at ease. “They’re rogues.” A sharp wave of gasps rippled through the crowd. Eyes darted toward George and the twins, disbelief written plainly across their faces. But Verya wasn’t done. “Not just rogues,” she added lightly. The air seemed to tighten. “They are the Four Reapers.”

This made him strive to remember if he ever washed his coat as a Reaper. There were four of them, each from the opposing side. The strongest Reapers are usually sent to get the due soul because of the struggle they go through to get it. This was Damien's best part of being a Reaper. "Don't get excited watching Reapers fight for a soul, yours might be the one they fight for next." Roman snorted. He yanked Damien's hand off his wrist and resumed walking. The toy shop Roman had said was literally a store where strange-shaped toys were made. How did a little boy know such a place?

She ruined the project, shutting her up was their best bet. Stanley Edwards discovered as one executioner. Gary Bates, the detective of Justice Complex, discovered as Scarface. And last but not least, Mayor, Lucas Woods discovered as Blind Man. These three men engaged in Druid Hills Headquarters conspiracy. As to realize half of the Justice Complex police department, some elected officials of Atlanta, Georgia turned out to be criminals engaging in unlawful actions harvesting organ. Therefore, Druid Hills Headquarters continued murdering elected officials in cold blood.

The horror comes to the brim of the end as the reaper he calls lunges in front of him facing him with a knife pointing unto his chest. “Do not give up.” Tears start to fall from his eye as a distant memory came back to him. From the person, he finds wanting, yet could not have. The fame of the maiden to which he could not reach even with his luxury and richness as someone like him who is highly respected and adores in his world could not be compared to the ones beside the maiden, he draws a smile as he realizes and recognizes the young reaper in front of him. “So, you are here,”

Krim's words were soft as if they weren't exactly meant for her. He must have known her next question because he gave a bone-weary sigh. "Once they start to remember their life, they get to relive their death and all the regrets that came with it. It's an endless cycle that drives them insane." Holly put a hand over her mouth. "They can't break free?" "I've never seen a reaper break free," Krim closed his eyes. "And believe it or not, I've seen many reapers come through. Please, don't ask any more about that. I can't risk remembering, please understand."

Both of them should be enough to put an end to his evilness. Yet, it was her; it was her who was to face the monstrosity of her own blood. Only one reason made sense to her then, only one, and it didn’t even give her satisfaction. The Supreme Council might have thought it better for two Sylvanias to finally put an end to their clan. They themselves have the ability to do so, but they didn’t want to stain their hands with filth. So, who’d be more fitting to do the dirty work? Of course, no other than Z, the wielder whose other name was not known, the Reaper, the crown of peace, and the wielder who, as a child, has already committed a crime of murdering her own kin.

His voice was shaky and intermittent as he said, "Ella, ever since you chose Daniel, I've been a mess. Sophie, being the heir… None of that matters to me. It's always been you I wanted. "Once upon a time, I was the bad guy. I was too full of myself and unhappy with the plans my family made for me. Sophie's tricks didn't help either. That's why I thought I didn't like you and kept fighting against our marriage. "Now, I've sobered up. I get how I feel about you, Ella. Can we try again? Please, let's give things another chance. "