Reapers Mc Novels & Stories

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.

I cross my arms in irritation. “Kiara would never! How would she even do that? She’s just a kid!” I object. Dr Dae rolls her eyes at me. “Oh calm yourself girl. I’m not saying she chose to murder anyone. I assume that she was forced to comply somehow. You’ll have to ask the girl when she’s ready to talk. As for the how, the child is a Reaper.” She says it as if it’s obvious but it really isn’t. I know that Reapers exist, but they’re the kind of Magic that most people have heard of but no one has ever met. I suppose Kiara’s dad must have been a Reaper too and why the MRO was so secretive about her markings. Most people are kind of scared of Reapers, they’re kind of the boogeymen of our societ

I pulled away from Ambrosia for a moment and just looked back at her. “Us Reavers, the four High Priests, myself and my brothers, we are immortal in every sense of the word. We can't be killed, can't die naturally. So far, there has been nothing that can kill us in all the millennia’s we have been here... That offers a very long and lonely life watching those you love pass, when you know you will never... Regular Reavers will not die naturally, but there are things that can kill them. For instance, The Darkness that Raphael and Rayne battled recently with. The Darkness actually killed Rayne, and The Shadows brought her back. I wasn’t personally there, but I have heard Raphael tell the story.

"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.

He lowered himself into his chair, bowing his head to the other elders, who mirrored his gesture in unison, an eerie harmony that sent chills through me. A figure rose—Demetri, whose tattooed fingers drummed anxiously against the dark table, a restless heartbeat amid the stillness. “My testimony regarding Reaper's actions is one of utter devastation. Armandos’ compound lies in ruins, men are dead, and it was Reaper and Rico who orchestrated this havoc.” His voice trembled with urgency as he took his seat, but to my astonishment, Elder Briar raised a hand, commanding him to stand once more.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our honored guests, the top Mafia bosses of this city.” Applause filled the room. “We also have a new ambassador, who would be joining us this evening” I looked to see who it was but my gaze got caught on someone else, The Reaper. I felt the air shift instantly. The room became cold. Even the music seemed to dull. I looked toward the grand staircase. And there he was. The man I’d been dreaming of killing for years. The shadow behind my curtains at night. The devil himself. The Reaper. His eyes scanned the crowd with a predator’s eye before locking onto Victor. A faint smile touched his lips. Victor bowed slightly, his own idea of respect.

His face was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him. “You… you must be mistaken,” he whispered, his voice low, almost cold. I raised a brow at him. “Do I look like I’m mistaken? My father is never wrong either.” My eyes met his, fierce and unwavering. Damon exhaled slowly, the anger and worry in his chest visible in the way his shoulders stiffened. “Avery, the blood reapers…They are ruthless,” he said finally, voice low, almost a growl. “Cold-blooded. They don’t care who gets hurt… or how much chaos they cause. Some of the rogues my uncle sent to the pack to get me distracted… they were from the Blood Reapers. They used… some kind of elixir to strengthen themselves. Makes them a

These people are crazy. The Reapers hissed. There were five of them and they slithered quickly towards the dead bodies and bite them off immediately. A Reaper bit the old man's head and Mira could see the eyeballs rolling to the ground. She closed her eyes and felt her stomach turned inside out. She forced herself not to throw up. The Reapers were eating the dead bodies like a dog who haven't eaten a week. Bits of flesh and blood were sprayed everywhere. The whole arena was filled with the smell of blood and death, mixed into a one gruesome smell.

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

Laura asked, breaking the silence. I leaned back against the counter, folding my arms across my chest as the weight of the years pressed down on me. The Reapers. Just the name of that MC was enough to make my blood boil. “Rival club. One of our oldest,” I started. “They’ve been sniffing around our territory since before I took the gavel. Back then they were just a nuisance. Small-time thugs with big egos. But now?” I shook my head, the memory of those early days sharp in my mind.