Soa Reaper Novels & Stories

“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.”

Sofia leaned over me, her eyes flashing with a fury that sat somewhere between pity and pure, unadulterated hatred. "And whose fault is that? You're the Reaper, the man who built an entire empire on summed up cruelty and being three steps ahead of everyone else, and yet you walked into a blatant execution trap because a bottom-feeder mentioned a woman's name. You're a liability, brother. You're compromised." "I did what I had to do to get her back," I growled, trying to push myself up on my elbows despite the fact that my body felt like it was made of broken glass.

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.”

“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 tightened his grip on his gun. “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.” He spread his hands slightly. “And watch your entire world burn.” Maya sobbed. I tightened my grip on my gun.

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

He wanted to kill this thing. Naraja: “Did you teleport us here?” ???: “Maaaybe~. And nice direct questioning that means you're learning, good.” Naraja: “SHUT UP!!!” From Narajas’ explosive outburst it made the room full of illuminated palm-sized orbs/souls begin to tremor unexpectedly to the point it caught himself off guard and made him stagger back and forth. ???: “Doesn’t seem fully stable just yet,...buuut~ no rush here on my end. So, shall we finish this~?”

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.

Now he was coming, the thought made her shudder with trepidation. It was rare for there to be any problems with prerogatives, and even in the event that there were, reapers were equipped to deal with them on their own. In the rare cases that problems occurred; it was usually just some soul refusing to move on and deciding to haunt the living. Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts.

Just when I thought the storm was finally over, Mira suddenly posted again on social media two days later. [Here’s the evidence you’ve all been asking for.]

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.