Reapers Mc Novels & Stories

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

That’s a record in itself. “Laura!” “Go.” I wave her off. “I’ll catch up. Promise.” She hesitates before turning back. “I’ll do a lap and meet you.” I don’t think my legs are going to last another lap. My chest constricts and puffs out at a rate I’ve never seen it move before. I place my hands on my hips and glance around the forest. In the distance, I spot the warehouse. Maxwell told me Alex and Damon are dead. Maxwell and Kayden took turns tearing them apart little by little.

“You are just figuring this out?” Reaper shook his head and took a step towards me. “We are getting off topic. Just know I have my reasons.” He pulled his hair with his hands before pacing the small room. “I can’t have more deaths on my conscious or else I will never get her back.” He muttered under his breath. I was brought back to the present when I knock pounded on the front door before the voice of one of Allister’s men told me it was time.

Elara’s POV I roamed through the college campus, my boots dragging on the cobblestone walkways, my mind weighing down on me much more heavily than the backpack strapped across my back. The fall weather was dry with the smell of fallen leaves. Memories of my former life tore at me—my parents’ deaths, the chill of their coffins, the whisper of liquid silver that had stolen them three days after my eighteenth birthday. I’d been reborn to rewrite that destiny, to save them. Dad's shooting, the venom in his veins, was a warning  of history that had returned to where it started. I squeezed my notebook more tightly, the pages full of leads that went nowhere.

Without uttering a word, he walked towards her, “your leave my daughter alone. I am a powerful man.” The reaper turned around and looked at her dad, “don't you dare lift your hands for my dad.” The reaper turned, looked at her, and, in a deep voice, said, “I’m not here to hurt anyone. “ Four men who appeared out of nowhere, wearing suits, stood at the side of the doorway as a tall guy wearing a black suit, hair neatly combed to the back with the words tattooed death across his neck, stepped in. The reaper went down on one knee, looking downwards, “My lord,” the men in the grey suits went down on one knee and “My lord.” The man wearing a black suit had a twelve-centimeter scar down his face;

Tears glistened in Kiera's eyes. “Yeah and I should have taken you here as an escape during Nicholas’ days of terror but I knew how important Campbell Group was to you. Letting Ray and Nicholas win, wasn’t what I knew you would like. And so, I waited for the right time and situations to get it all done.” "But all these people...” Jace smiled. “All handpicked, professionals who respect privacy. They’re here to ensure our stay is comfortable without intruding. This is our world, Kiera. At least for a little while.”

"If the core stops turning, we lose the gravity-well. We lose everything!" The Static-Reapers Arrive As the Earth began its fusion ignition, the Sink at the edge of the sector took notice. Out of the Absolute Zero, the Reapers appeared. They weren't ships. They were enormous, spindly needles of "Solid Cold"-beings resembling frozen lightning bolts. They didn't fire weapons; they simply floated toward the Earth, and wherever their shadow passed, all motion halted. Birds froze mid-air, falling like stones. The "Seed-Walkers" in the nurseries turned into emerald statues.

Power consolidates. Moonshadow Creek is ours. Ours to run. Ours to keep clean. Outsiders don't get it. They see leathers and patches and think it's all pissing contests and turf wars. But we've bled together. Buried together. Made sure enemies paid the price for planting their rot on our soil. Yeah, it's messy as hell. The Reapers run on family. The Serpents? We're still figuring out what the fuck that even means. But I'll take messy over weak every time.

As Dalesbloom and the Inkscales retreated, we were left in the heavy darkness of the storm, the yard stinking of blood, metal and bitter betrayal. There was no relief in seeing our enemies fall back. It had only unearthed in us a terrible foreboding of what would come next, and what had been revealed; what we now had to process fifteen years after it had been done. Everett trudged up to us, rain trickling off his arms and the damp coils of his beard. “We’ll take Muriel and protect her,” he said.

And then, chaos ensued for a while. The cops had to step in and pull them apart. The act of violence only added more time to their sentence. Thanks to Rachel, my wounds had recovered completely. … Morning came, and sunlight spilled onto the bed. I opened my eyes only to see Rachel staring at me gently. "Hey." She kissed my forehead. "It's your followup today, remember?" I nodded. A burst of warmth coursed through my heart. The woman who gave her life for me in our previous lives was now beside me. We could grow old together.