Reapers Mc Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to think about that yet!” Lucan nodded solemnly. “We’ll return to this conversation… in time.” But just then, the door burst open. Jim. He strode in, suit still immaculate, eyes flicking briefly over me before landing on Lucan. “Lucan. How do you feel?” “Stronger,” Lucan replied. Jim nodded grimly. “Sorry to interrupt, but we have a situation. The Midnight Reaper struck again. This time… It’s a teenage child.” I gasped.

Reaper asks frowning. It could be, I just had to force the truth out of his mouth. "Ruffle him a little bit, I want him here before sunset," I order. Taking another gulp of the whiskey, I wave Reaper away. He knows the search for Michael has started back afresh. He must have gone back to his private life because he thinks that everything has gone back to normal, well, that will be enough reason to take him unaware and bring him in for questions. * Two hours later, a bloody Micah is brought in, and a replay of the first night this whole shitty show had started flashes before my eyes.

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.

Their excited chatter rang in the air as they laughed and adjusted their veils, flaunting identification cards hung proudly around their necks. I vaguely remembered that the reason Malcom Reece's events were so popular was because of the foreign acts he brought to play. Sometimes it was opera, other times wrestling or brawls—and now sword fighting. One would think such events weren’t befitting of men with such influence, but they all seemed to eat his charm up. That was Malcom Reece for you.

The 1st Elder asked as everyone kept quiet. "I have a feeling that we should not provoke her or we might regret it when all these is over" The Fifth Elder muttered. Back in a Luxury Heavenly room, A figure spat out blood from her mouth as she clutched her chest and coughed hard. She could feel they she has been seriously injured. Thinking of her outcome at the world she went to, she couldn't help but grit her teeth in hatred. She didn't expect that lowly grim Reaper to get the attention of the lord god's soul fragments, at the end she got seriously injured.

I love a good business deal and she was a part of it. To Sandrine and her father I am Wyatt Hayes, CEO of Hayes Enterprises, Billionaire and single, never seen parading women, a man that keeps to himself but enjoys the good things money can buy, good cars, expensive watches, tailored suits, eating in expensive restaurants. What they don’t know is that I am The Reaper. The man her father fears the most, the man every man has nightmares about.

"Thank you, Calvin! I promise I won't let you down!" She buried her face in his chest, and her gaze seemed to sweep over where I was floating when she looked up. Of course, she could not see me. However, she knew I would be heartbroken. She always knew, but she did not know that I no longer cared. The dead did not feel pain. They only sought revenge. ... As the new casino owner, Susan chatted confidently with the people who gathered around her. Suddenly, her face paled as she covered her mouth and rushed to the restroom.

People feared him, they were wary of him, especially because he had no affiliations, but that also meant he was one of few people who could walk into any clubhouse and not get shot on the spot. The gate opened wide enough for his bike to drive through. “He’s waiting for you at the clubhouse.” Jake drove through the opening and parked his bike in front of the clubhouse. Trip stood just outside the front door, a lit cigarette in his hand. It would be a pity to kill the man, but he’d do it if he had no other choice. He was just over six feet with a lean build, in his late 30s with a lazy smile on his face. He’d taken over as President of The Reapers MC five years

Naturally, as a money-hungry degenerate, I applied to join all nine. You'd think the pure, innocent moderators of the "Lawful Good" and "True Neutral" boards would reject a join request from a user literally named [Grim Reaper]. But people are stupid and morbidly curious. They hit 'Accept' just to see what kind of unhinged garbage I was going to post. What I did was immediately change my bio to: [OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS. ALL SERVICES PROVIDED.] Unsurprisingly, my profile views skyrocket. An S Combat Tier Reaper offering every service? Unprecedented.

Seconds later, he was standing in the middle of the ring. The ring announcer looked like a mouse standing beside the fighter who looked like an elephant. “And his opponent, another man who has never lost a match since he joined the club a while back…” She paused for effect. “The Reaper," she called out, prolonging the name as the crowd cheered but not as loudly as for the first fighter. Everyone turned to the entrance, expecting the second fighter to walk in immediately but no one did. The crowd murmured in confusion, wondering what was going on.