Reapers Novels & Stories

Nanny said heading to the kitchen to get water for herself. We waited then till the door creaked open. Kai stepped in holding unto a brown box. "I think it's the first phase" he said to me immediately I had led him into Mia's room. He began unpacking the things in the box, two bottles and a book. "Have you found..." Kai's nose scrunched on this. “I didn't find any old repeller. I think she might be the new generational repeller which is why it's very difficult ”

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.

Will she die tonight? Unlike what most mortals believe, I’m not the only reaper walking this world. There are many of us, spread across the earth like silent watchers. Death is constant—every second, someone takes their last breath. But not all of them fall under my charge. I only reap those whose names appear in my book—the appointed souls bound to my hand. I kept checking my note, flicking through its cursed pages, waiting for her name to appear. But it didn’t. Not yet.

The demons of mine that I thought had died, reincarnated, opening up the old wounds. The hollowness slowly morphed into fear and pain and these nightmares. "Rose!" I heard my mama's loud voice, "Wake up baby! It's time for breakfast!" "Coming!" I responded, my limbs becoming heavier by moment. Uh....Why do my eyes feel like they have a pulse... I lied down in the bed again, waiting for the painful throb to diminish. A minute later, the door of my room burst open, revealing mama. I smiled weakly at her as she strode toward my laying form.

*** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots. "Fix your guns!" Mrs Smith ordered and they all picked their guns and started arranging it. When they were done, they got it ready to shoot at all the fruits tied high up in front of them. "If you miss the fruit in front of you, no more mission for you!" Mrs Smith said. "Now shoot!" She commanded. They all raised their guns, aimed at the fruits and shot at the fruits at the same time. Skyler's bullet hit the wall and didn't touch his fruit. "Skyler is off the mission!" She said sternly.

Is this reaper crazy so what is he saying? "I am not a scarped soul, reaper. I am alive, and you cannot take away my life just because you want to. You will be violating nature's law if you will take someone else's soul from a living person!" I am interested in him. He can't take my soul especially and I don't understand his reason.

Like he punched a hole in a roll of paper. “They’re down there,” he hisses. I crouch and peek through the window to where he’s pointing. Three Silver Hunters walk through the courtyard. The Hunters are clad in black armor, their heads covered with hoods. Their mouths are hidden behind masks, and their eyes are hidden behind dark visors. Their boots crunch on the grass, and their voices are low but contain a sense of urgency. “Can you hear what they’re saying?” I whisper. Alec growls low in his throat. “They’re talking about how well this has worked out. That the… invitation was a great idea.”

Ashton groaned, pulling a pillow over his head. ​I stumbled to the door, squinting through the peephole. It wasn't Sarah. ​I opened the door to find Mateo Velez standing in the hallway. Unlike us, he looked disturbingly put-together. He was wearing dark aviators to hide his eyes, but his linen shirt was crisp, and he was holding a cardboard carrier with four large coffees and a bag of greasy breakfast sandwiches. ​"I bring gifts for the fallen," Mateo said, his voice dropping to a sympathetic hum. He stepped inside, taking in the carnage of our living room. "God, you two look like you’ve been through a shipwreck. Again."

He grabbed Demetri under the arms, hauling him backward. Demetri fought him, teeth gritted, blood soaking through his bandage. “Let me go—” he rasped. “You’re dying,” Torres snapped. “Shut up and move.” Reaper watched all of it with calm, clinical interest — like he was observing a chessboard, not a battlefield. He didn’t raise a weapon. He didn’t give orders. He didn’t need to. His men moved like they were wired to his pulse. I dragged Maya through the doorway as another burst of gunfire hit the ground where she’d been standing seconds before.

The thought of him in the hands of his family's murderer made her shake with terror. "We're going to get them back," Stalker said, reassuringly but it did nothing to help the way Velia felt, "Whatever it takes." "How?" Velia asked, her voice barely a whisper. "If this Rosario person is powerful enough to take both Venom and Virus, how are we supposed to –” "We're The Reapers," Reaper cut in, "We don't leave family behind. Ever." Velia looked around the room at the assembled pack members, who had become her chosen family over the past months.