Reapers Mc Novels & Stories

And for the first time in the history of the universe, the Reaper didn't check his watch. He just watched the sun go down, and knew that tomorrow, it would rise again. Just for them. The End.

I deadpanned and Clyde snickered, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling in his throat. “Oh, that’s Hawar being…well, Hawar.” He said just as he came to a stop a few feet before the rug. He picked up one of the bottles lying around, hitting a spoon against it which caused a sharp, clinking sound to cut through the noise. “Can I have your attention?” All eyes were on us now and the noise slowly died down. “Rebels, I’d like you to meet our newest members, Nyx and Narin.” Hoots of excitement rose into the air and we were dragged into the center of the rug. The rebels danced around us, still chanting in excitement and all I could do was smile and wave.

"How did you find us? How did you get us out?" "Wasn't easy," Big Mike rumbled from his position by the door. "Those bastards had the place locked down tight. Must have been thirty bikes surrounding that warehouse." "We had to get creative," Sable added with a grim smile. "Jack called in some favors. Turns out the Reapers owed us from that job last year, and they were happy to help even the odds." The Reapers. Another outlaw MC from two towns over, bigger and meaner than the Steel Vultures. If Jack had called them in, things must have been desperate.

“Sit.” “I’ll rather stand, Sir,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended, my legs locked in place. I needed to stay on my feet, to feel some control, because the air felt thick with dread. Reynolds sighed, a heavy sound, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world pressed on him. He leaned against his desk, folding his arms, his eyes meeting mine with a gravity that made my stomach drop. “The Reaper is out of prison,” he said, each word a hammer strike. “Lucian Moretti. His one-year sentence ended two days ago. And from what we’re hearing, he’s coming for you.”

The Reaper returns at dawn. I haven't slept. None of us have. We've spent the night in the foundation, planning. Preparing. Panicking quietly. "Training starts now." She announces. No greeting. No warmth. Just business. "You have three months to learn what death itself took eons to master. We begin immediately." "Who are we fighting?" Damon demands. Always the alpha. Always needing control. Always asking the questions that matter. The Reaper's smile turns cold. "Someone you know. Someone Aurora knows very well. Someone who died because of her. Someone who wants revenge so badly they're willing to destroy all of existence to get it."

he mumbled sadly and I hugged him tightly, telling him I missed him. "The reaper section is a mess. Reapers are retaliating and aren't doing their collections. Victoria is making those disputing her disappear, like my poor Ronan. I fear the human realm is going to experience an apocalypse soon if you two don't get rid of that ignorant female pretending to be in charge," he said gravely.

I said to them and they all looked up at me. “I have to admit, we were a bit stumped that a human could hit so hard.” Thom laughed. “Sean Taylor, the current President of The Reapers runs the drug operations, his Vice President, Jordan Reed isn’t involved, there are six innocents in that club, the rest are all guilty and tonight execution will commence,” I said. “Execution?” Simon said the word in disbelief. “It’s this Council’s opinion that reform isn’t an option, they need to be executed and the leadership given to Jordan Reed, who will lead that club in a different direction,” I said to him.

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.

But I never expected the next update to reveal he had swallowed nine packs whole while I looked the other way. I paced the length of the table, boots thudding softly against the stone floor. “How is this possible? He had no name, no significant army when this started.” Elder Mira leaned forward, her voice steady but grave. “He has both now. Rogues have flocked to his banner, and the packs he conquers either bend the knee or break completely. He strikes at night with ruthless precision and offers defeated Elders a stark choice, loyalty or death. The ninth pack he claimed sits right on our border, Declan. The Night Reaper, as he is now called, could turn his eyes toward your five territories n

Be without fear in the face of your enemies. Stand brave and upright, Speak the truth even if it means your life, Protect the helpless and do no wrong. Templar oath. There was an audible buzz of excitement around the Reiver Pack house as the Croziers arrived and parked in the unusually crowded car park. It was the day the Macgregor Clan were to be initiated back into the Reiver Pack and the entire place was a hive of activity. The Reivers had spared no expense on this celebration and seemed keen to impress, or perhaps the correct term would be to intimidate the MacGregors with an ostentatious show of wealth. Omegas were flitting around either taking coats or filling glasses and making sure e