Reapers Infamous Novels & Stories

It was still unbelievable and unexpected to me, to hear that Doris was the leader of the Reapers. She glared coldly at Christopher and me as she confronted me. Then it clicked to me that we had told the warriors that we would only agree to their actions if any one of the first four Elders had any involvement in it. Seeing Doris here only made me think back to the meeting again when the first elder had personally announced her as the new elder. There was no point for me in holding them back again. Doris was one of the first four Elders and also the leader of the Reapers, so obviously she is fully participating in the killing of the vampires, the reason why she rushed down here immediately.

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Naturally, as a money-hungry degenerate, I applied to join all nine. You'd think the pure, innocent moderators of the "Lawful Good" and "True Neutral" boards would reject a join request from a user literally named [Grim Reaper]. But people are stupid and morbidly curious. They hit 'Accept' just to see what kind of unhinged garbage I was going to post. What I did was immediately change my bio to: [OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS. ALL SERVICES PROVIDED.] Unsurprisingly, my profile views skyrocket. An S Combat Tier Reaper offering every service? Unprecedented.

I pleaded. “You think you actually have a bargaining chip? Do you think you have something valuable enough to trade? I did ask you to call the number at 6 tonight. But I don’t really need you to do it yourself. I can kill you now and take your phone. Or option two, I can kill you now, then make Kiara bring you back to life. You'll still end up making the call, but you will be in a great deal of pain when you do it. I will break every single bone that Eva had broken while she was here. We can bring you back to life after killing you a hundred times. You should be down on your knees, thanking us for granting you mercy and only killing you once. It’s your decision, just know that you will not j

"Came after us first." "Don't care who started it," Reaper said. "I'm finishing it. That's what matters." "Then why come?" Dominic asked. "Why show up if you're just gonna kill us anyway?" "Wanted to see your face," Reaper said. "Wanted to watch you squirm. Wanted daddy to watch you die." Marcus stood. "That's it. We tried being civil." "Civil," Reaper said. Laughed again. "Your kid blew my brother's brains out. Nothing civil about any of this."

Xavier mocked, following his chilling smile irritated the reaper. "I am here because of the mess you two have created in the hell. You two don't belong here. And don't play with the humans," Joseph, the reaper growled, looking at Xavier, and with one swish of his fingers, the environment changed to normal. No one did not feel something was wrong or suspicious, and the woman again started straddling Xavier. "Reaper, you are so biased. Next to you, the hell king is sitting and smoking leisurely. But you are putting your finger on me only," Xavier said, and teased the woman, rubbing her perked nipple with his finger.

I love a good business deal and she was a part of it. To Sandrine and her father I am Wyatt Hayes, CEO of Hayes Enterprises, Billionaire and single, never seen parading women, a man that keeps to himself but enjoys the good things money can buy, good cars, expensive watches, tailored suits, eating in expensive restaurants. What they don’t know is that I am The Reaper. The man her father fears the most, the man every man has nightmares about.

“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.

Tomás nearly paid with his life, as well as Sienna. "No me importa tu razonamiento. Me llaman el segador porque soy el que dicta los juicios. Desafortunadamente para ti, tu futuro se ve sombrío." I don't care about your reasoning. I'm called the Reaper because I am the one that passes out judgments. Unfortunately for you, your future looks Grimm. I say as I aim another shot at him.

“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.”