Reapers Realm Haunted House Novels & Stories

“So, what do we need to know about Domlur?” Quinn asked while we are eating our breakfast at Rendall’s house. Last night, we decided to plan everything so that we can pull off this mission. It was supposed to be my mission but they used the word “our” and I can’t help but be thankful that I have them. “Well, Domlur is where werewolves live.” Quinn and I scowled at what Rendall said. That is common knowledge for god’s sake.

Her head whipped to me, silver orbs glassy, a faraway expression on her face. "Something's wrong," she murmured in a tone I never heard her use before. It sent a chill down my spine, "A reaper has been sent. He will arrive tomorrow night." With those words, her body went limp, skin becoming as pale as a polar bear as she collapsed back into bed.

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

Dark, shadowy figures haunted my dreams, their laughter echoing as I walked down the aisle toward an abyss, not a man. As I reached the bottom step, my gaze was drawn to the garden outside. Through the massive glass windows, I saw him—The Reaper. He had just arrived yesterday, his presence unnerving as always. He stood in the garden, his posture relaxed yet predatory, like a wolf among sheep. Beside him was Victor, speaking animatedly as he handed over a briefcase. My heart stopped.

Like a constant tic Reminding her of every passing second She could see every so often A lost wispy ghost wandering the streets Sometimes crowding in an alleyway Plotting nothing of importance Since they couldn’t focus much on agendas The closing dividers darkening their memory Like shutting doorways giving no way to haunting thoughts Of friends and foes, families and future Nothing mattered except for the longing to be someplace far Where no-one craved for the Hollow Night And the end was truly within their grasp Slowly as days passed And Pepper Rei finally heard from the gossiping souls About the man who could see The presence of these otherworldly beings So seeing the first reassuring may

“Get out of my sight.” “It's times I visit these Mongrels." Reaper was an acquaintance of Lucifer; they referred to the reaper as the cleaning service. He pays reaper exceptionally well. Reaper had connections in the Forensic police department worldwide, making missing person files disappear.

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.”

Sela and Leo stood frozen, watching in utter terror as the first Reaper in over a century began to open his eyes. The first shadow of the Grey had fallen on their peaceful world. And they had been the ones to open the door.

Looking onto the figure of the giant that seemed to embody death itself, Mane chuckled wordlessly and said, “Hello, Reaper.”

The reapers extended its finger apart with its plam facing the floor. In less than a minut, several jagged pillars ruby quarts sported infront of us. “Red, what are you doing?,” Daryl asked Adrian. “That wasn’t me,” “Up here Baldy,” The reaper smiled. “And that’s not all,” The android took his other hand, surging it with xenon energy similar to Daryl, and slashed a crescent shape wave destroying part of the pillars. “That reaper has our power,” Rick said. “Bingo Primal,”