Soa Reaper Novels & Stories

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

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.

"Can you trace financial transactions? Figure out where Reaper's getting his funding?" "I can try. But it'll take time. And if he's using shell companies, offshore accounts—" "Do it anyway. We need something." Sarah nodded and pulled out her laptop. For the next hour, we pieced together what we knew. Reaper had access to military-grade weapons. Professional mercenaries. High-level explosives. That took money. Lots of it. "The Nevada MC," Marcus said suddenly. "They've been trying to move into our territory for years. What if Reaper made a deal with them?"

I snarl at him. His eyes sweep over me to the rest. They’ve all stood up in guard, but that doesn’t seem to faze him at all. One thing that makes Reaper really dangerous is the fact that he was maniac. Sure, I am cold, but Reaper takes that to a whole new level. He is a sociopath and a psychopath, all wrapped in a pretty ugly and deadly bow. “I’m here to see, Ava. Why else do you think I would be here? To see your sorry ass?” he asks with a devious smirk.

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.

“Death God who plays with life and death roams my world with my scythe in two. I took the deal and this is my game, tell me your desire and I’ll be happy to gift it unto you. The name’s Arius.” Befitting his name and the mark of his life and what he is showing unto her. Winona knows deeper and more as she can see that the reaper in front of her is one of the shard souls and existence of the original ‘him’, and is very well living the life opposite to his equivalent, yet is ringing the eeriness and dread she could not shove away. She smiles as she speaks. “Now, will you gift me the price of the deal that I have made?”

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.

But then, I felt something cold in my pocket. I reached in and pulled out a small, jagged piece of obsidian. It was a fragment of the **Reaper Core**—a piece I had subconsciously grabbed when the Emerald Tower collapsed. It was dead, inert, a piece of cosmic trash. Or so I thought. As the Mother’s silver energy washed over me, the obsidian shard began to vibrate. It didn't glow with her light. It **absorbed** it. I remembered what my father said: *The Reapers are the hardware. The Architects are the software.*

"They cut the hardline." Kael sat beside me. He was vibrating with tension. He had ripped off his tie. His knuckles were white as he gripped the door handle. "How many men?" Kael asked. His voice was a low rumble that shook the seat. "Dorian has a team of four," I said. "But my father would not send thugs. He would send the Reapers." "Reapers?" "Private military contractors," I explained. "Genetically enhanced. Pain resistant. They are the ones who burned our house down five years ago."