Scary Reaper Novels & Stories

Things would be far different. The time had finally come. Any moment now, the Reaper would be making his grand entrance. I found myself growing nervous, yet I wasn't sure why. Though deep down, I knew the answer. The Reaper was as scary as they get. I've heard the tales they tell about him. The creative ways in which he prolongs a person's suffering. To the point that his victims plead for their deaths.

she teased. "I doubt that he will even take notice of them, Ayira," I mumbled softly and she rolled her eyes and sighed, "you'll see." I held her hand while her other wrapped possessively around her box of cookies as we began to enter the city of reapers. Ayira's eyes widened and traveled around the entire area as she soaked in all the unusual sights. "This looks similar to a human city, Deagon," she mumbled softly and added, "The Grim reaper is the ruler of all you reapers?" I nodded my head and laughed at her seriousness.

a rogue faction of the original tribe who had rejected the resonance ten thousand years ago to embrace the vacuum of the deep reach. The Reapers were a terrifying inversion of the Silver Crest evolution. Their skin was a dull, matte black that seemed to suck the light out of the binary suns, and their eyes were pits of absolute white, devoid of the gold ring of the healer or the silver flash of the king. They didn't carry staves of light; they carried "Abyssal Scythes," jagged weapons of void-steel that hummed with a frequency designed to drain the resonance from any living thing. "The harvest is here," the lead Reaper hissed, his voice a discordant harmony that vibrated painfully in our mar

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

The reaper shut down its forcefield opening its hatching resting in its back to fire explosive probs at them. “God I hate these things,” Lisa gru and firing at grunted. Lisa ignited herself with pink flames, talking off the probes one by one. Will Lisa kept herself busy, a second reaper spider smashed through the other side of the cavern, right behind the civilians. “You gotta be kidding me,” frightstar complained. Frightstar charged his body with his red orange telekinic auroa and jetted at the spider. The reaper expelled a blue plasma beam directed at the crowed while frightstar swooped toward the beam, talking the full hit of the blast.

“Come out and show yourselves! Follow the sound of my voice! Any spirit or entity that’s here with us now! You can use our energy if you need iy! Use my energy! Manifest yourself!” “That’s when you hitchhiked the ride, right?” “Yes.” The image froze on him like that, open arms and daring smirk. “That, there, was the worst mistake of my life,” said Brandon’s voiceover. They cut to Amy’s interview, a stark contrast from the dark basement to the Manor garden under the sun. In her smiling, educational way, she gave a succinct description of what scavengers are, and explained that Brandon’s invitation for entities to use his energy had compelled one to attach itself to him.

The players eyes widened in terror, as the three figures emerged from the shadows. Medusa stood tall, her hair writhing like snakes, each strand tipped with venomous fangs. Her eyes glowed like embers, piercing through the darkness. A stone-like mask covered her face, except for her full, crimson lips, curved into a wicked smile. The Reaper loomed beside her, his presence like a shadow cast over the land. His eyes were empty sockets, his skin gray and decaying. A black hood covered his face, and his tattered cloak billowed behind him. His blood streaked soulcutter was held firmly to his chest as though passing a silent warning.

Liam raised his saddened gaze to Saraid’s adamant stare and a small grin adorned his face as he shook his head. “Of that I have no doubt that you would try, but Reaper I fear may be too strong to ignore. He has had a millennium to sharpen his skills and I fear I may just lose you to him. All of us could lose you to him.” Saraid felt a combination of fear and anger. She was afraid of what she felt and how helpless she was when faced with Reaper, but she was angry with Liam for not trusting their relationship enough to believe that she could withstand him. It was after all her thoughts of Liam, Treasa, and the others that brought her back from Purgatory and Reapers hold.

REAPER'S SCYTHE IS A SCISSOR?! ~ In the depth of the night, two reapers appeared on the quiet street where no one dared stroll by. They walk in the dark with only their flashlights and the unique scythes they carry with serious expressions on their faces. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Garfield asked, worriedly looking at her as they were walking. "How about we come back here later?" K whatever shook her head and disagreed, "No. I’m too lazy to go back. We ‘re already here anyway. "

ELARA’S P.O.V. A cold chill slid down my spine like the metal tip of a blade as the messenger lifted a hand dismissively, and the creature behind him lowered its head as if obeying a master. He controlled shadows…. He was a reaper. My lips parted in shock as terror consumed me. I had never crossed a real reaper until Lucien, and now I had met two. If they were real and there was a force of them, then I had to wonder what else was out there.