Reapers Mc Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

"For real?" "Yeah," Maya said. "I watched. He's gone." Dominic nodded. Closed his eyes. "Alright. Done then." "Not done yet," Maya said. "Still gotta get away from here." "Yeah," Dominic said. "Still that." Sat there. Getting air back. Vipers still coming. Not over till they were clear. But Reaper was dead. Guy who started everything. Who kept it going. Who wouldn't quit. Finally dead. Had to mean something.

But there are also some of them who are happy and excited because they want to overthrow the most treacherous organization in all of Asia. All was well so I confronted them. "For blood and glory!" They smiled and immediately responded to what I said. "We are eternal!" "Forever as one!" "The end is here!" "None shall remember them!" "We are the reapers!" "Let's taste their flesh!" "Fill them with regret!" "We're not afraid!" "DEATH AND GLORY!" Third Person Point Of View

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

Jax stood at the head of the scarred oak table, arms crossed over his cut, the fresh stitches in his arm pulling tight under the leather. The room was thick with smoke and bad blood. Twelve patched members filled the chairs—every voting brother called in after the clusterfuck at the mill. Church was in session, and it already felt like a funeral. “Roach is dead,” Ranger growled from the far end, his jaw still bruised from the last time he’d pushed too far. “Two more brothers laid up. And for what? Some civilian mechanic Reaper snatched because she talked dirty in her garage?”

Reaper I made good on my promise. I turned the entire southside into a slaughterhouse. For the first twenty-four hours, the Midnight Reapers moved like storms. We kicked in the doors of every known Skulls trap house, every front business, every warehouse by the docks. We broke bones, shattered teeth, and dragged their bleeding lieutenants into the mud.