Reapers Novels & Stories

My lips stretched into a smile and I looked up at Damon, “Send my hate to the rest of you guys,” “I hope you have a life filled with chaos, strife and bitterness,” I spat barely audible, his facial expression didn’t change as he watched me slump to the ground and finally loose life. “Ahhh,” I exhaled deeply. Welcome hell. Deputy Devil here! • • Helen (Damon’s Adoptive Mom,) Harper lay still on her bed, the whole room was silent save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor beside her. She had been unconscious for five days now, Doctor said she was responding to treatment but might take a while to come back awake.

I wasn’t alone. Slowly—dread pooling in my stomach—I lifted my gaze. And then I froze. Eyes like cut steel. A face I had spent months memorizing—hating. Malcolm Reece.

“Ten years ago?” Valerius repeated, his voice trembling with rage and disbelief. He stepped forward, his once-majestic aura crackling like a storm desperate to reassert itself, refusing to accept the truth laid bare before him. “Impossible! Liana returned to us after the massacre! I saw her with my own eyes!” Lucen Dorne’s hologram laughed, a cold, echoing, indulgent laugh, as though he had just heard the best joke in the world. The sound bounced off the icy walls, mocking the Grand Elder’s arrogance.

my voice is a dry whisper in my throat, and it vanishes instantly in the darkness. A thick chuckle burst out of the slot hole, “Look who it is we have here… Dale Lazarus, The Reaper, harbinger of doom, our top 1 fighter. To what do we owe this unplanned visit?” I stare deep into the hole the voice is coming from, “Dora Jael. I want you to terminate any contract you have with her.” The air in the room is suddenly split by a sound that makes the hairs on my arms stand up. It started low, a guttural, rattling noise, a dry wheezing chuckle, then the devilish laughter dies, and he continues, “You sound…”

He grabbed a second submachine gun from the wall rack and checked the chamber with a metallic clack that sounded like a death knell. ​"They’re in the lower tunnels," he growled, his eyes fixed on the security monitors. The screens showed thermal signatures—ghostly white figures emerging from the black water of the grotto. They were moving with military precision, draped in sleek rebreather gear and carrying compact, high-caliber weapons. "The Reapers. The Council’s personal cleanup crew. They don't take prisoners, Leona. They erase mistakes." ​"And we're the biggest mistake they ever made," I said, my voice surprisingly steady as I tightened the grip on the si

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

"Isabella Moretti, just like you ordered." The man turned around slowly. Grey eyes locked on mine. No warmth, no smile, just a cold calculation, like he was sizing up a new weapon. This had to be Damien Voss—the Reaper. I'd heard the name in passing from my dad's rare phone calls, but nothing prepared me for the real thing. I straightened up, ignoring how my hands shook. "You'd better have a damn good reason for dragging me out of my bed in the middle of the night. I have a life. An apartment. Students who expect me in class tomorrow."

, my body feels too heavy *zzooommmm* Suddenly someone came out from behind, and it was carrying a Crescent Scythe as I see who it is, It is Grim Reaper! I bombarded him immediately of questions. “GRIM REAPER!!! why is my foot disappearing? it’s just 8 pm!!” “There is a huge chaos in the underworld and spirit world so I also do not know what is happening, all of us, GRIM REAPERS, are in the state of battle mode.”- Grim Reaper. unlike before he is more serious now

I shook my head at him. "So exactly how old are you?" That was the main question nagging at me. "I got my reapers mark at the age of twenty-eight so technically I'm twenty-eight." I rolled my eyes. "You know what I meant. What the hell is a reapers mark though?" "It's the mark we get when we reap our first soul, that's when we stop ageing. And I know what you meant and to be truthful I'm two hundred and fourty." I felt like a child compared to him.

I ate and listened to him. "Within the Death Ministry, only Grim can enter. There are only two types of grim that are the Council and the Reapers. The Grim Council are the ones who bring death notes from superiors to be sent to Grim Reapers like me, where we have to fetch the soul of the person written there. When we do not get them at the right time and place, they can escape and just add to the missing souls. In 40 days we should reap them otherwise they will be like the lost soul you saw yesterday. Dark and evil. " I nodded as a sign that I understood him.