Reapers Mc Novels & Stories

Yes, I'm dead and hallucinating before whatever it is decides where I go next. The nurse's voice grips my attention again. "Oh, the Scaler. That's the creature that reminds you of the last thing you heard before you died until it's sure your soul is pure. If you've committed many crimes during your mortal life, he will torture you until he is satisfied, but you'll never enter the afterlife. Instead, your soul will enter another body with no memories, and the cycle will start all over again. Since your soul was pure, he set you free and even gave you the chance to fight for your life. That doesn't happen. But maybe..." Her eyes search the room. Something's off with her sudden chance- she's no

The hall is long lengthwise, I can almost envision the souls striding past the open double barrel doors in thousands, chains clanking with every step as they approach his throne. "Is she dead?" I hear one of the brothers further to the side question... One of the lower five I deduce. A bald, dark skinned reaper who assists Raj in running the affairs of the court steps up, ancient ink inching up the rippling expanse of his shirtless back and over his shoulder blades and arms. In his hands is a scroll, clasped gingerly between both palms as he shakes his head in denial. "Apparently not, sire. It seems the human was teleported to one of the middle realms. On further examination, the scribes hav

Can you please stop suspecting anything and everything? I felt a moment of dizziness. In my past life, he had accused me in exactly the same way. For an instant, I thought I had returned to the past and almost lost my balance, but a pair of strong hands caught me. It was Zayne. "Are you alright?" he asked. He was a head taller than Hayden, and I could feel his muscles even through his shirt. I smiled at him. "I'm alright." Zayne took the opportunity to put his arm around my shoulders. "If you're fine, then let's head back in together."

It'd be best if you forgot about me entirely and found yourself a real boyfriend, someone who's actually right for you. Dante gave me a few more reminders about traveling safely. His tone carried a hint of concern he probably didn't realize was there. But he didn't know that in this life, I'd been reborn. And this time, I was truly leaving. I would never come back. On Dante's wedding day, everyone in the Ravenna family rushed around frantically. Security surrounded the estate until it was airtight. The guests who came to celebrate were all high-ranking members from various mafia families.

Malnourished. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice rough. “I will make this right. Food and healers will come today. I swear it.” He stood up and walked through the camp, speaking to as many people as he could. Each story was worse than the last. Homes burned. Families torn apart. Rebels promising freedom but delivering only chaos. By the time he reached the far end of the camp, his hands were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. Sadness weighed on him like a stone.

"I think I know who they were looking for. Same shit happened to us. We got jumped on our run. I played dead and hid under the truck. I heard two voices clear as day. One was Malcolm Reeves; I'd know that slimy fuck's drawl anywhere. The other... no idea. Some outsider, maybe. Reeves was laughing and said something like, 'I know Reaper ain't here because I've got a tail on him. But offing these assholes? That'll drag him out.'" The room exploded again. My old man shot to his feet, his chair scraping back. "Reaper? Did you know they were gunning for you specifically?" His eyes locked on mine, shocked as hell. I met his stare, keeping my cool. "I knew Reeves was behind the attacks. Figured it

his face was perfection with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes so beautiful that I had to pause to catch my breath. Scars traced faint lines along his neck, but they only made him hotter for some strange reason. I could sense his power. I believe everyone here could feel it too. Moon Reapers were chosen humans, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself with extraordinary strength to eliminate werewolves who threatened humans or even innocent wolves. However, the Reapers often abused their power. And I had a feeling that the heir would be the worst of them all. He was out of this world. Captivating in a way that made my pulse race and my skin prickle with some unknown emotion.

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.

"The High Council has designated this territory a 'Resource Reclamation Zone.' All biological assets are to be processed. Resistance will result in immediate termination." ​"This is my home, not a resource," Rhea spat, her daggers ready. ​"Correction," the Reaper said, its arm shifting with a mechanical whir into a spinning saw-blade of silvered steel. "It is a laboratory that has overstayed its usefulness." ​The fight was unlike anything the Silver Bane had ever experienced. The Reaper didn't feel pain, and it didn't tire. When Marcus lunged, the machine simply swatted him aside with enough force to crack his ribs. Sela’s arrows bounced off the blackened iron as if they were toothpicks.