Reapers Realm Haunted Farm Novels & Stories

The marble on her chest held fast—it stayed there, a white coat of armor. Dante caught her. “June! Are you okay? Is it over?” She glanced at her hands. Still human, but her nails shone silver now. “It’s over,” June breathed. “But the Reaper... he’s not a farmer anymore.” Hope picked up the two broken key pieces. She wasn’t smiling. She just stared straight up at the Tree’s ceiling. “Mommy,” Hope said softly. “The man is gone. But the Reaper’s still up there.” June looked up. Through the Tree’s translucent walls, she saw the golden sickle on its way back—not harvesting, but fleeing.

NYX’s POV “Salvador suuuucks!” Narin and I had barely stepped into the Rebel’s hideout when we were welcomed by the loud screech of a male banshee- or rather, a farshee- who was obviously fed up with Salvador Academy. I jumped, my hands covering my ears to block out his ear-splitting scream which shook the entire basement. The dude was lucky we were in an underground bunker. If he had pulled this off outside, the Westwood forest would have easily carried his cries to the ears of the guardians. That would lead him into some serious trouble.

Yes, I'm dead and hallucinating before whatever it is decides where I go next. The nurse's voice grips my attention again. "Oh, the Scaler. That's the creature that reminds you of the last thing you heard before you died until it's sure your soul is pure. If you've committed many crimes during your mortal life, he will torture you until he is satisfied, but you'll never enter the afterlife. Instead, your soul will enter another body with no memories, and the cycle will start all over again. Since your soul was pure, he set you free and even gave you the chance to fight for your life. That doesn't happen. But maybe..." Her eyes search the room. Something's off with her sudden chance- she's no

Outside the room, I could hear Remy crying in her crib, and the hollow, shuffling sounds of Elaine moving like a ghost through the hallways. “Have you heard of the Reaper King?” My blood stilled. Everyone in the smuggling business had heard the name. The man with the title had his hands in everything. Drugs, guns, people— anything that could be bought or sold, the Reaper King had a finger in it. His ruthlessness, the stuff of nightmares. “No one knows who he is.” “But you have him in your house right now.” The words hung in the air like a noose. I turned. Looked through the cracked door of the room where we'd set Decker up. He was laying on the bed, unconscious bandages wrapped around his ch

Had he loved Seraphina, or was there something more sinister at play? It was all a tumultuous mess, and Ru knew a difficult journey lay ahead of her. After finding her mother, she’d have to concentrate on identifying the three portals to Hell that still allowed Reapers to come through once they were banished. These Reapers were killing unmarked souls, people whose names had not yet been written in the Book of the Dead. If they weren’t stopped, the fate of humankind could be in jeopardy. Cutter believed Ru was the one destined to lead the Keepers to these portals to close them once and for all. One such portal lay in the forest near Reaper’s Hollow, the one Thanatos had attempted to take Ru t

He could feel the regret Of his feelings that were so set An irrevocable emotional bit Pepper Rei was the fit For his puzzled long life So he took after her To find her laying under the Hallow tree A gate to the otherworld And he could hear the nearby residents Putting up the Halloween decor A naive sensitivity looming on the survival of mankind He saw with a sinking whine Pepper Rei flaking into bits And settling into the Hallow roots And this was the moment of fear, A first for Mr. Riversane Maybe the end was very near. Trade with Death The clock was nearing midnight The fog had settled an unusual welcome to the end

, The virtual farmer screamed with a frown on his face. "You're getting quite bossy aren't you. Just gimme a hoe or something!". Letting out a deep sigh, while trying hard not to toss the phone out the window. I was really frustrated!! "Permanent weapon chosen. First harvest has begun, you have twenty-four hours to collect the item", the mascot disappeared and a pair of eyes appeared. The game closed by itself after a twenty-four hour count down appeared. That night, I slept believing what Bev had told me. It was probably spammers.... Or so I thought...

I open my eyes, and bring out the Eye of the Reaper, which represents the watchful gaze of Death, symbolizing my ability to see and interact with the realm of the deceased, but nothing happens again. I stifle my frustration, but a scream breaks from me as I chant

Close to me. Safe. I don't know when I fell asleep, but Laura's crying awakened me. When I open my eyes, I can see the panic in Leo's eyes. "Mama! Mama!" calls Laura in her restless sleep. I slide over the armrest to join them in the converted bed and take her in my arms. Laura calms down immediately as her little fists close on the satin of my dress. Leo looks at her sadly and throws me an embarrassed glance. "Excuse us for this, Signora Lucia. Since our mother disappeared, Laura has been having nightmares every night. But, it will be better when she comes back", he informs me.

(Matilda’s POV): Everything around was destroyed to the core in just a glimpse of a moment, the troops were all dead, and blood was everywhere. The surroundings were filled with horrible black smoke and the disgusting smell of dead bodies of Vampires & Werewolves making it a dreadful and unbearable scene. Some were still alive but fearing for life. Some were still trying to win the war.