Reapers Infamous Novels & Stories

“How!? He's their top 1 fighter; if he was able to reach the top with such brutal fights, how terrible do you think he'll be? He has killed dozens of people, your father died in a fight with him, and your father trained restlessly while fighting for fifteen years. Even if you succeed in this fight… You can't fight him. I love your adorable resilience, but it's stupid.” “You sound like you know him.” “I do.” Dale Lazarus exhales sharply, “They call him The Reaper; he’s the harbinger of doom.”

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

“Okay, well, what I was telling you earlier about the Reapers is all true. They are essentially demons commanded by Azrael. They have a role to play in society, to gather the souls of the dead when their time has come, but unfortunately, not all of them abide by the rules they’ve been given anymore. Some of them… take people they aren’t supposed to, unmarked souls.” Ru nodded her head, listening, understanding, but not believing. “That sounds like it could be a problem.” “It is a problem,” he agreed, “and it has been since the very first murder—when Cain slew Abel.” “So Cain was a Reaper?” “No, of course not,” Cutter replied, as if the comment was ridiculous. “But he was influenced by one. A

The bodies of the two attackers did not feel like ordinary flesh but more akin to puppets. "Who are you people?" Chase roared, his voice filled with fury. The black-clad man coughed blood, a grim smile on his lips. "Who are we? Haha... We're reapers. Everything on you... is ours now!" As he spoke, the man slammed a hand over the wound on his chest. A thumb-sized green talisman materialized, emitting a sharp, piercing hum.

He looked at the soldiers who looked surprised and confused. West undid his belt and hit the assasins angrily. "You fucking assassins killed my father!" Just then, a younger soldier bursted into the room and reported an intrusion. "I don't know who they are!" He added. "Oh, fûck! Y'all go out there and make sure no one comes in here!!" West commanded and grabbed a short gun. He twirled around and shot Alex twice on the chest. He growled and died instantly. Sophia's head snapped up at the gunshot and she broke her promise. "No! Alex… " the first few days at the assassins foundation flipped into her head.

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

he thundered and i was taken aback by his outburst . " have you ever imagine the situation where by your entire family is sweep out like dust ..I watch my people die one after the other in the hands of Victor Adams ,he made me like this ,he cursed me to be a crawler for the rest of my life.he compelled me to kill my family and after I did he made sure the blood of my innocent family hunt me for the rest of my life and that was how I became a reaper . " he yelled and I stood speechless .is Victor Adams that powerful

“You are just figuring this out?” Reaper shook his head and took a step towards me. “We are getting off topic. Just know I have my reasons.” He pulled his hair with his hands before pacing the small room. “I can’t have more deaths on my conscious or else I will never get her back.” He muttered under his breath. I was brought back to the present when I knock pounded on the front door before the voice of one of Allister’s men told me it was time.

"Fathia?" Immediately, the atmosphere became noisy, and a single cough loud enough drowned out the echoing voices there. "Correct. All of Clara's questions are true. Fathia is still alive. The funeral was staged. But the most important thing of all this is...," Sebastian looked at Alef again without any doubt. Ignoring many other gazes that were also directed at him. As if they were thrown into another dimension just to understand what was really happening. "And Mr. Alef Walker as well, the mastermind behind the explosion that happened at Fathia's campus."

She whispered to her own self. "What?" He asked her loud and clear. "So you are from that mafia gang, Stalza." She screamed on top of her lungs since she was scared. And to her reaction, the men around her pushed their ammunitions further to her throat. "Hehe," his eyes lit up, "That's right princess. I am from that dirty mafia gang everyone is talking about." He got up and spread his arms, as though he was trying to say that he own the entire world,