Reapers Mc Novels & Stories

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

A reaper that will work for Umbra and only Umbra. Rain begins to pour over the top of us as we fight. More wolves come to fight as both my wolves and the wolves with Chaos grow in numbers, but I have something Chaos doesn't have. I have the ancestors. The ancestors pour the rain over us and bring the thunder. They push Chaos and his wolves back into the woods. "Be gone!" The ancestors say. The rain clears, and the wolves collapse to the ground. I look to my right to see Fallon and Libby. "They want me to die. Does anyone want me to be the reaper?" Fallon asks.

Cold satisfaction reigned. Yet the hook remained: a secret son out there, groomed as the perfect weapon. Elias’s shadows were unraveling. But one thread could still strangle us if we weren’t careful. I kissed Liora harder, possessive and grateful, before letting the medics pull me away. The Reaper had tasted blood tonight. And he was only getting started.

The Reaper was surprised that Billy was concerned about him. They were not close to each other and had only met a few times. "I'm someone who likes to make friends with heroes. How about we have some fun tonight?" Billy asked as he patted The Reaper on the shoulder. … Billy brought The Reaper to Elegarden Club. It was the most upscale club in the entire city of Easton. They were seated in a luxurious cubicle. Accompanying them was another young man. He was Simon Landers, the oldest son of one of the Four Noble Lineages.

Behind him, three Reapers descended, their movements jagged and unnatural. "Killian!" I screamed, running toward him. He pushed himself up, his breath a ragged rasp. "Sienna... get to the vault! The Elders... they’re right behind me!" I fired my Glock, dropping the lead Reaper with a shot to the throat, but the other two were already upon us. Killian engaged them with a primal roar, his blade a silver blur in the darkness. He wasn't just fighting; he was a hurricane of violence, fueled by a desperation that transcended the formula.

It was you. His jaw crooked in a rueful grin. The solace was immaculate. Rains came and flooded my soul. For the longest time, I was alone. I journeyed in dreams and shadow, through the valley of the damned, looking for a place you could be born. I walked and walked, until I could walk no more, constantly dreaming of you. When it was time to plant, I did. And now? I am the Reaper. “And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?”

Cillian’s own chair had a comically tall backrest. “I hope my Reapers didn’t rough you up too much,” said Mr. Cillian, even though my wounds were obvious. “It can be difficult to control them, at times. The hunger to kill is an itch they can never fully scratch. I give them animals to ease their pain, sometimes.” He smirked into the glass, not meeting my eyes. He was busy ensuring that no rebellious stubble had escaped his razor’s touch. “Our witness will be here shortly.” One Reaper removed the tarp and glass, while another brought a long silver platter. Mr. Cillian’s gloved hands pulled up the dome, revealing a man’s body beneath. A twitching hand rose up.

Now he was coming, the thought made her shudder with trepidation. It was rare for there to be any problems with prerogatives, and even in the event that there were, reapers were equipped to deal with them on their own. In the rare cases that problems occurred; it was usually just some soul refusing to move on and deciding to haunt the living. Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts.

Or he is just waiting until Merigold comes back before he gives us shit. I'm about to get another cup of coffee when Viper, Alaric and I think River is his name come charging from the back office. " We got her." Viper yells. " Reaper's have her." Son of a bitch. They are a ruthless MC. They are our biggest rival. Always trying to claim our territory. Always starting shit in our businesses. " When do we go get her?" Ace asks.

I had just ended my phone call with my dad when a text message from my husband, Felix Cole, popped up. Felix: [Jasper won the gold prize in the art competition. I'm holding a celebration party for him tonight. Get everything ready.] Felix was the leader of the Reapers, a powerful local mafia. Every time he held a party, I would be so exhausted that I would feel like a zombie by the end of it.