Reapertale Chara Novels & Stories

“But I can’t remember anything else. I’m sorry.” “I understand,” Adrian stands up. It makes me look up at him in a wild panic. “You’re leaving me?!” He glances down at me. “There is a special flower that is rumored to make people remember things. I’m going to go look for it,” a smirk spreads over his lips. “In the meantime, I wish you good luck with Alpha Failure - I have a feeling it wasn’t very pleasant for him to see you kiss me.” I frown. “You really have turned into an asshole.”

Hiro sets perimeter markers—silent chimes only a Lycan ear would catch. The plant specialist—Mirela, from Silias’s group—unloads her cases, checking vials and seeds like they’re children tucked in for bed. Elliot’s already stringing a tarp between two trees, humming under his breath. Lina sits cross-legged near the fire, hood shadowing her face, eyes sharp and distant. And Rhys—Rhys stands like the night owes him something. A war hammer given flesh, as Devon once said, shoulders broad, jaw set, presence heavy enough to make the fire lean his way.

"So, first I go with Neu's character. His name was Kei Hiyama, He was in the guild for a long time ago and he still protecting the base till now with the rest of the other guild members. Then, about Lolita. Her name was Minato Lolita, the same goes for Hiyama she was an old guild member that still living in the guild to protect it. Her teammate was Hiyama and both of them go on a quest together." After hearing Hikari introducing their character to them, they can tell that it looks like their character didn't have any connection to Hikari's character. So they asked Hikari about it "Then, what happen to your character? Reincarnated?" Hikari shooked his head and says that was not it. Since both

"Be careful. Coming out in weather like this takes guts. Are you…" "Just wanted to wake myself up," I said, a little embarrassed. "It was too stuffy indoors." He probably caught the scent of alcohol on me. "Same here. Trying to clear my head. The upcoming tactical simulations are a nightmare," he replied. "I'm Hunter Youngblood, a junior." "Willow Sage, a freshman." "I know you," he said, nodding. "You did really well in the Snowfield Tracking and Scent Marking classes." I froze for a second. "You've heard about me?"

The contract was quickly completed. The chieftain smiled warmly at us and said, "Alright, now that the contracts are done, you may each return to your places. As for the other males, please don't be discouraged. You still have the chance to become their mates if you can win the favor of these females." They looked slightly relieved to hear that. Their gaze was burning as they looked at me and Autumn. The white tiger priest glared at them as he stepped in front of me to shield me from them.

He lay on my bed with a grim expression, the crimson blood from his tail soaking my blanket. Looking at the web of wounds covering his body, I subconsciously reached out, but Thalyx pushed me away with a fierce look before my fingers could touch them. "Don't touch me." His cold eyes were filled with disgust, and he raised his head proudly as if he were the owner of this room. "I-I need treatment. Give me the medicine, and I'll repay you many times over in the future." Seeing Thalyx's arrogant expression, I knew he had been reborn like me.

Rico and Elena’s teams were fighting above, but down here it was just us and her. The final confrontation was personal. Seraphina revealed the deepest truth: Project Reaper wasn’t just genetic manipulation. It was part of a larger ritual that required the child to be “claimed” in this exact chamber under the blood moon. The anonymous insider had been a plant, the real traitor was closer than we thought. But as she raised a ceremonial dagger, something shifted. Elias, Lucian’s son, stepped forward from the shadows where he had fallen with us. The boy looked at Aurora, then at Seraphina.

He has a solid jawline, clean-shaven face, thinner cheeks with just the right amount of plumpness, dimples that would take any normal woman’s breath away, beautiful bright brown eyes with flecks of gold, a tall leanly-muscled build, and short dark brown hair that is always neatly combed to one side, but tufts at the top in a cute way. I give him a polite nod that contradicts the rude way that I shove past him to step inside. I wordlessly pass him the name and photo of my target that came with the job posting, fixing him with an intense emerald-green gaze. He already knows the drill and I’m not one for pleasantries or small talk. He gives a low chuckle at my straight-to-business attitude, “al

I can sense sincerity and raw curiosity in her voice. Yet it made me smile smugly. We reached the infirmary by now. I took a deep breath before entering the infirmary. “My queen.” The healer witch, Tara, immediately bowed in front of me in panic when she saw me. “How is she?” I asked her coldly while going towards that unconscious witch, Petra. “Her vitals are stable now, but it felt as if she is trapped in a nightmare and can’t break it.” I narrowed my eyes while listening to her.

Elara’s POV “It might be a bright idea for you to step out of the shadows,” I said calmly. A few seconds passed before a man materialized inside the room. His face was covered with a mask. He lifted his arm and showed me a tattoo etched into the back of his palm. “Reaper. I have come to take your life,” he growled. The Reapers. One of the greatest assassin guilds in the country. “Do you have any idea where you are? This is Caelthorn territory.”