Reapers Mc Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

Pardo, Alano's spoiled only son, had a straightforward yet ruthless personality. In my last life, under peer pressure, he agreed to race in the mountains and ended up in a car accident that cost him both legs. Confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life, he grew even more ruthless, earning the nickname "Grim Reaper" within the mafia. Not hearing a response from me, he scoffed and said, "Shado, let's go." In just a few days, school would start again. Before that, Sabele took me on a tour of the estate to familiarize me with every corner of the mansion.

a rogue faction of the original tribe who had rejected the resonance ten thousand years ago to embrace the vacuum of the deep reach. The Reapers were a terrifying inversion of the Silver Crest evolution. Their skin was a dull, matte black that seemed to suck the light out of the binary suns, and their eyes were pits of absolute white, devoid of the gold ring of the healer or the silver flash of the king. They didn't carry staves of light; they carried "Abyssal Scythes," jagged weapons of void-steel that hummed with a frequency designed to drain the resonance from any living thing. "The harvest is here," the lead Reaper hissed, his voice a discordant harmony that vibrated painfully in our mar

"Sorry about that, Mr. Hale. I was just handling some business and got delayed." Barnaby quickly stood up. "No problem at all, Mr. Parrish. You're a busy man with countless matters to handle, and I understand that completely." Mateo looked like nothing more than an ordinary old man. However, Barnaby dared not show even a trace of disrespect. One, because anyone serving at the gates of such a clan already held serious weight, and two, because this unassuming man was known as the Reaper, the Cunningham family's number one executioner.

VALENTINA "Stop playing with me, Horace. This isn't a joke," I snapped. "How did you even get an invite?" "I have my ways," he said, taking a slow swig from the bottle. "Hello? It’s me. The Reaper. Doors don't stay locked when I want to walk through them." "Wait, are you stalking me now? Is that what this is?" I stepped back, my heels clicking loudly. "I can't have a single moment of privacy after you ignored me for three days?"

And if I was being completely honest with myself, I was also curious about Dante himself. "Tell him I'll think about dinner too," I said finally. Marcus nodded. "Very good. I'll let him know." When he was gone, I stood in the middle of the living room, turning in a slow circle. The apartment was beautiful, comfortable, and secure. It would give me a base to rebuild my life without having to worry about money for a little while. But it would also put me in Dante's debt, however much he claimed otherwise. I sighed and walked back to the windows, staring out at the city. My phone—my original phone—buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out to find a text from my lawyer.

“Guys, he’s Dark, he’s a reaper.” “Reaper? Grim reaper?” Hugo asked. “Ah, just a reaper. There is no need to put on a grim,” said Dark. “Oh, okay. Sorry.” Hugo said. “They are the hunters. Cael, Hugo Raven, Damon and Kyra. They can help you with your problem,” said Tyler. “Problem? A reaper has a problem, too?” Damon asked.

“What’s up, guys?” Jake asked, meeting us near the porch. “You got plans tonight?” Talon and I exchanged a glance before turning back to Jake. “Well you do now,” he continued. “Just had 20 extra kegs delivered to the clubhouse. We’re havin’ a party. To celebrate the long-awaited demise of the Reapers MC. Kind of a mega-patchover party, if you will.” I felt Talon’s hand tense slightly on my back, his body going still beside me. His expression didn’t change, but I could feel the shift in him, like a predator sensing movement in the dark.