Reapers Realm Haunted House Novels & Stories

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.

He touches the hybrid and they disappear in a burst of smoke and shadow. I look at Damon. “Is he always like that?” He nods. “Yes, why my father picked him. He runs the Ravens. You would know them as Reapers. They are the ones who take souls to heaven, hell, or purgatory which is Earth.” Damon pulls me close. “Honestly, I think he came to see who I married.” I smirk. “Well, I bet it blew his mind.” Damon chuckles. “It did. We used to share the same tastes in a lot of things. But, you, are the one thing I won’t ever share. Even though you piss me off, I love you.”

"Not just mates. Not just lovers. A weapon. A system. A defense against the impossible." "Exactly." The Reaper confirms. "Your father chose revenge over sanity. You choose love over everything. That's your advantage. That's your power. That's how you win. He fights alone. You fight together. He's motivated by hate. You're motivated by love. And love, Aurora, is stronger than death. Always has been. Always will be." "When do we start?" I ask. "Now." The Reaper raises her hand. The foundation dissolves. Reality shifts. Suddenly we're somewhere else. Somewhere dark. Somewhere between worlds. Somewhere that exists only in death's domain.

My pulse hammered in my ears. But I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Maya was inside. I reached the porch. The wood creaked under my weight. Torres raised his rifle. Demetri steadied himself against the railing, breath shaking. I reached for the door. It wasn’t locked. Of course it wasn’t. Reaper wanted me inside. I pushed it open. The hinges groaned. The smell hit me first — smoke, blood, something metallic and sharp. Then the silence. Then—

"As your fiancé, I promise... I'll fix you right up." ... [Nightmare Scenario: Midnight Manor... Activated] [Survival Time: Seven Days] [Current Players: 40/40] [Death is Eternal Oblivion. Have Fun.] A robotic female voice echoed in the void. It sounded cheerful. It was terrifying. I blinked. I was standing in front of a huge Gothic manor. Black spires clawed at the gloomy sky. Gargoyles with twisted, screaming faces crouched on every corner. Their eyes glowed an ominous red.

There, four huge men dressed entirely in black waited like statues. They took me without a word, bundling me into a black SUV. The drive felt endless, the forest blurring past until we pulled up at a sprawling packhouse that looked imposing. They led me inside, through echoing halls, and finally into a vast living room. A tall man rose from a leather couch. He was over six feet, easily taller than Declan’s six-three frame, with dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a muscular body that made him far more handsome than Declan had ever been. But the aura rolling off him was darker and deadlier than anything I had felt from even the strongest Alpha and my knees gave out instantly. I dropped to the

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

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 .

Reaper I made good on my promise. I turned the entire southside into a slaughterhouse. For the first twenty-four hours, the Midnight Reapers moved like storms. We kicked in the doors of every known Skulls trap house, every front business, every warehouse by the docks. We broke bones, shattered teeth, and dragged their bleeding lieutenants into the mud.

The sound of crows as I stepped on the rugged road sent shivers to my spine, and the glowing eyes of predators in the dark watched me as I passed by. This place was next to hell, but I reminded myself all of these are just the façade of the lair. In the eyes of Reapers, this place was the same as how other sites in Heavenly Realm looked like—it was, as they claimed, to maintain the balance in Heavenly Realm. I jumped directly in front of the Reaper's room. Holding the two letters on my left hand as I knocked using the other. I struck three times, and no one opened the door. Another set of knocks, but no one dared to open.