Novelas y relatos de Reapers

They can feel pain but not easily die. All reapers are souls but between life and death. They don’t die nor grow up like humans and weren’t immortals like other entities are. They are not fragile yet they can die when their souls vanished or destroyed by others. No human thing can harm them but other entities and spirits could. What more gods who gave them this chance to redeem their life? They only have one task, which is to collect Earth's souls and convey them to Nirvana. While protecting their own souls doing this job.

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

The reapers extended its finger apart with its plam facing the floor. In less than a minut, several jagged pillars ruby quarts sported infront of us. “Red, what are you doing?,” Daryl asked Adrian. “That wasn’t me,” “Up here Baldy,” The reaper smiled. “And that’s not all,” The android took his other hand, surging it with xenon energy similar to Daryl, and slashed a crescent shape wave destroying part of the pillars. “That reaper has our power,” Rick said. “Bingo Primal,”

she screamed “You know, I have been waiting for this moment and I am so sorry to see you die but you brought this upon yourself,” she said “I am so sorry Andrew,” she said before she pulled the trigger

As I opened the door, I saw a basket of letters outside my doorsteps. Upon retrieving the letters, I noticed the two black envelopes. The last time I received black envelopes to be delivered was when I was still a neophyte as a Herald. Receiving a black envelope meant I needed to send an important letter to a Reaper. Reapers are also a class of angels who reap souls and bring them to either heaven or hell.

Somehow, I know to avoid its touch. “Careful around reapers. They are souls sentenced to serve the coven by Death. Never interact with them and never touch them. Let them be.” Zane warns as I swallow hard. Great, so not only do I have to live in the creepiest mansion to ever exist in an alternate realm, but now I have to worry about these reaper things. For fucks sake, I better not be in some damn death trap. I move closer to Zane. “Zane, what is with this mansion, and why is it so big?” I inquire, trying to gain some understanding of the new home I find myself in.

Calix sighed and then nodded. "I'll be back later then," he told Emile then kissed his cheek, disappearing. Toru curled up to me and rubbed his cheek against my chest with a happy smile. I started to clean up the mess in the floor from the bowl of ramen as Emile slipped away, pulling out his divine death knife that worked very much like a death scythe. "What's he gonna do with that?" Toru asked curiously then jumped up on the counter, sitting down on it. "Reap," I told him calmly. "Reapers have to reap every few days or they'll die because they'll be useless to this planet." He widened his eyes.

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

Antonov stepped toward me and grabbed my arms. "And what are you going to do if you go back now... Who will believe your words when you look nothing like Eve Sanchez... There are many ways to get back at those who wronged us Scarlet, but the best way to truly punish is to drag it out and make the culprit wish he or she was dead... I can help you get your revenge if that is what you want, all you have to do in return is live as Elde's daughter and love her as if she's your mother. Will you do it or not"

In fact, extended stays on the surface world is fatal to us. At the Helm, I’m joined by the three other reapers I saw at the abandoned airport on my first day. They’re all, just like me, controlled by Septimus with his variously styled gothic rings: talon, jester, and scorpion. Respectively they are Kera, the evil Valkyrie, Ankou, the creepy clown, and Yama Ranger, the four-armed and blue-skinned cowboy. Collectively they call themselves the Bureau of Transmigration. Not that they tell me things or they’re ever in a talkative mood. In fact, with the exception of Septimus and Ankou, the reapers are taciturn to the point of seemin