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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?”

Everyone halted and frantically looked around, searching for the source of the noise. The Reapers came out of nowhere, but were instantly everywhere, filling all the previously-empty spaces, grabbing shoulders, tugging mortals along. Doors were thrust open and filthy mortals pulled out, often barely dressed or not dressed at all. One man was dragged by his ankles, screaming and clawing the mud, making it bunch up beneath his nails. Most of the Reapers were on foot, but some rode on the backs of horses with white bone bodies. These steeds weren’t precisely skeletons—it was as though their muscles were made of bone. Their eyeless skull heads were engorged, sprouting devilish horns.

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.

Death blocked the kick with his arms, but before he could counter Zach had already jumped backward with another gust. The air in the room gathered around Zach's arms and legs. "We had another fight scheduled and I wanted to convince you to go. Figured I might as well move the fight up, considering I hope you'll be leaving soon." Death often forgot how battle-hungry Zach could get. He was one of the oldest grim, an elite force of reapers that Death picked to act as an example for humans that wanted to get stronger. 'You've seen more fights than almost any other human I've met, but you still have a bad habit of overestimating yourself.'

No names on this job, only call signs. We have Reaper, Ghost, Shade, Viper and me, Blade. They were the best the clan ever trained, monsters I’d bled beside before I ever wore a professor’s jacket. Each one carried the feather scar somewhere on their body, each one owed Old Might their soul. But tonight they answered to me. Reaper, he's tall, shaved head, and his voice sounded like gravel. He was the first to speak. “Package count?”

They keep the door locked and the window is too small for either of us to fit through. But they made sure I wasn't bored, that's for sure. Someone would come, bind my hands behind my back so I couldn't get my hands on them. Then they would take me to the fat ass slob that runs this place. Wherever we are. I found out his name is Axe. When it should be more like Tubby. He is the Prez of an MC called the Reapers. A rival of my club. Well, my brothers club but you get the point. They want my Viper’s territory and are going to try to use me to get it. Not going to happen. I don’t know anything about what the club runs. Viper kept me out of that part. Even if I did I wouldn’t tell these fuckers.

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.”

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.

Graduation day at Reaper training My name is Skye Evanore Reoch and I'm the only daughter of the reaper king and queen. I'm half reaper and dark witch and possess loads of magic. My parents, Rowen and Ayira rule this reaper section out of thousands that cover the entire earth. Anyway, back to me, being the only girl out of four children, I'm a daddy's girl. I have an older brother Liam who is off being taught some things from his dark elf grandfather and my younger twin brothers Brodie and Brayden. I decided that I wanted to become a reaper and not just a boring princess lounging at a palace waiting for my parents to wed me off to some pompous prince so I enrolled in the reapers training pro