Soa Reaper Novels & Stories

“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."

“What are you two doing down here?” At the sound of Aria’s voice, Aurora and Jasmyne both leaped and clutched at their chests. “Aria,” Jasmyne breathed. “Don’t do that.” “Sheesh,” Aria laughed and padded over to the fridge where she poured herself a glass of orange juice. “You guys want juice?” “Aria we’ve just figured out the Reapers break the surface every nine years. They come up and slaughter humans in different locations all over the globe.” Aria shrugged and handed them both a glass. “Great, that means if they only just found those bones in Sweden then we have nine years until they come back. We’ll figure it out by then.”

Sharp eyes, sharper tongue. “Thought you were dead,” she said flatly. “Disappointed I’m not?” Rafael replied. Kira smirked. “Only if it means less chaos.” Next was Lucien Marek, a hacker so infamous his name was whispered in both intelligence and mafia circles. His black nail polish gleamed as he offered Sophia a lopsided grin. “So you’re the woman who turned the Reaper into a man again.” Sophia raised a brow. “Depends on the day.”

"These creatures have no souls, the poison that has been embedded into his bloodstream can not be reversed. He will die a slow death and he will suffer greatly." "No! There has to be a way," Mira cried out, "This can't be the end for him." She refused to believe the Alpha King. "You are a healer?" "I am." He stated firmly. "So heal him." "I'm sorry, but there are certain things more powerful than I am, and this is one of them. He was attacked by an Orakcilar, which in English is called a Reaper Of Death." "If he can not be saved, then what are we meant to do? Just wait until he dies?" She sneered, wiping the angry tears that tarnished her complexion with sorrow and disbelief.

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.

Reaper’s eyes softened — almost tender — and that terrified me more than anything. “She’s the end,” he said. “The end of me. The end of you. The end of all of this.” I didn’t react. I didn’t give him anything. He took another step. “Let her come,” he said. “And no one else dies tonight.” Torres cursed. “Boss—don’t listen to him—” Reaper didn’t look at him. He only looked at me. “Or,” he said softly, “you can try to fight me.”

But there are also some of them who are happy and excited because they want to overthrow the most treacherous organization in all of Asia. All was well so I confronted them. "For blood and glory!" They smiled and immediately responded to what I said. "We are eternal!" "Forever as one!" "The end is here!" "None shall remember them!" "We are the reapers!" "Let's taste their flesh!" "Fill them with regret!" "We're not afraid!" "DEATH AND GLORY!" Third Person Point Of View