Reapers Novels & Stories

She instructed under the audio. Brian sighed, then reached for his AirPods to listen to whatever it was. It turned out to be an original audio recording of the baby's heartbeat. Brian didn't know when a tear rolled down his cheek. He thought his mom and Vanessa were overreacting in the video when they had tears in their eyes. There was something about the sound Brian was currently listening to, even words would not do enough justice to describe it. The sound was just so beautiful........Laurel knew what she was doing when she told him to listen with his headphones, knowing the heartbeat from the video wouldn't do enough justice. With tear-filled eyes, Brian kept on replaying the audio until

He whispers. ~ "No!!No!!." I screamed and jolted up from the bed with fear. The door creaked open revealing mom, she rushed to me and gave me a warm hug as always. This isn't the first time I have been experiencing the same nightmare. "It's okay Zara.....it's okay." Mom says softly patting my back. "I saw him mom, I saw him again mom." I sobbed. "Am here for you, it's okay." "What if he comes back mom?." I ask withdrawing from the hug.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

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

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

“You said that we humans wouldn’t stand a chance against the wolves in a war, what did you mean by that, how would you know?” Pete glared at Sarah over his coffee actually looking at her for the first time since she started the conversation and he looked angry. “I’ve read about them, classified stuff.” He said vaguely. “They’re big, strong, they train from when they are young to fight in both human and wolf forms. The Reivers are the worst of wolves Sarah, anyone that crosses them is rarely given mercy. They are ruthless and cruel, even to their own kind. They are not like other packs who live side by side with humans, they stick to their own kind, shun all contact with humans unless it’s to

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

Heather stood up and moved closer to me in an attempt to pacify me. “Do not tell me to calm down, Heather. What a joke! Don’t they know who I am? I am Zeeb, the Reaper! Don’t they know I rule? I will drag them all to hell.” My eyes turned sharply to the useless guard. “Get the heck out of here before I send you to the Moon Goddess above.”

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

“Is he static, too?” For the first time, a flicker of something other than sorrow crossed Lachesis’s face. It was a weary, ancient pity. “You misunderstand the Reaper’s purpose, Prince of Hell. The Raven Reapers are not vultures drawn to carrion. They are a function, as old as we are. They are the enforcement arm of destiny.”