Reapers Infamous Novels & Stories

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

However, no matter how desperately she pleaded, not a single cent came through. Ten minutes of fake crying later, frustration broke through her mask, and she snapped. “You bunch of broke losers! So many people in here and you can’t even scrape together one decent donation?” The mood flipped instantly. A new flood of messages filled the screen. [Any cops watching this stream? The suspect is right now under the Frostbridge overpass.] The tip spread like wildfire in the chat. Mira panicked and hurried to shut the stream down, but it was too late. The officers were the ones who finally ended her live feed.

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

Reaper. I stared at the blood splattered across my white shirt in disgust. I'll probably throw it out. It's ruined now. I turned to face my victim with a sigh, ''Did I not...warn you not to make a mess?'' ''You fucking bastard!'' He yelled, blood flying out of his bloodied mouth. The blood landed on my pants this time. ''I hope you rot in hell. Fuck you! Fuck y-'' I yanked his head back by the hair and slowly raised a knife up to his eyeball. Trying to calm my breathing, I started to draw circles across his left eyelid with the knife. ''I told you...don't. Make. A. Mess.''

Without uttering a word, he walked towards her, “your leave my daughter alone. I am a powerful man.” The reaper turned around and looked at her dad, “don't you dare lift your hands for my dad.” The reaper turned, looked at her, and, in a deep voice, said, “I’m not here to hurt anyone. “ Four men who appeared out of nowhere, wearing suits, stood at the side of the doorway as a tall guy wearing a black suit, hair neatly combed to the back with the words tattooed death across his neck, stepped in. The reaper went down on one knee, looking downwards, “My lord,” the men in the grey suits went down on one knee and “My lord.” The man wearing a black suit had a twelve-centimeter scar down his face;

This entry had been made by my great, great Grandfather ' the shadow being, is believed to be tied to the Reapers Nation, they seem to be scouts who infiltrate packs and also seem to be able to control beings and treat them as hosts, it is unclear as to how it is possible for that to be done but I can say for sure they are very dangerous and must be eradicated ' I look at my father in disbelief " The Reapers Nation, could they really be on the move again? but I thought Grandfather had wiped them out " " please remember that those things are being of the dark, and even if we managed to rid the world of them those years ago, it doesn't mean that there aren't others who may follow darkness and

“My father and KJ… they’re not alone anymore. They’ve made a new alliance. With the Reapers of Derbim.” His words hang in the air like a loaded gun. My jaw tightens. The Reapers of Derbim? Those bastards? I go silent, processing his words. It doesn’t make sense. Derbim is the filthiest, most broken part of the city. No one sane would team up with them. Worse, their leader is a known sadist, completely unhinged.

I watched him disappear down the road that once carried war into the city and now carried something more fragile hope. Days turned to weeks. Letters arrived less often. Reports grew darker. Calen’s Hollow had become a camp of thousands. Farmers, ex-soldiers, and zealots waving banners of rebirth, chanting Aria’s name as if she were a saint martyred by mercy. When Cassian’s first letter came, it smelled of smoke. They listen, but they don’t believe. They say the Queen has replaced one serpent with another herself. I can feel the anger here. It’s not rebellion anymore. It’s faith turned feral.

“Maybe you don’t know who I am yet. Maybe you don’t care. But if you kill me, you won’t get rid of me completely.” His eyes narrowed. “I’ll haunt you,” I continued. “And so will Eli. His ghost will follow you everywhere. You won’t be able to sleep. You won’t be able to breathe without remembering what you did to your children.” Something changed in his posture. The gun slowly lowered. I stared at him. “Until the day you go completely mad,” I whispered. “Mad enough to put that same gun to your own damn head.” The room became deathly quiet. Reaper stared at me for a long moment. Then, slowly, he lowered the weapon completely.

“Reaper is an Incubus. He unlike you though gets his kicks by throwing his powers around and feeding off unsuspecting women and from what I hear, not all of them are willing.” “So, what you’re saying is that he is a rapist of sorts?” “No not like that, but he is predatory in nature. I do not trust him with you.”