Soa Reaper Novels & Stories

"Sophia, I'll take back everything that belongs to me." In the days that followed, Daniel made countless efforts, both openly and in secret. All of them failed. The two companies had fully merged. After wasting two years, all he had left were a few shares that paid dividends, but other than that, he had no leverage. Each rejection he faced chipped away at his spirit. Eventually, he became the kind of man he had once despised—a rich, aimless heir who was good for nothing except spending money. For my twenty-fifth birthday, Lauren and Chloe organized a wild party, inviting all the second-generation elites in our circle.

“And you—what are you doing here?” “Delicious. Would you believe me if I said your own hatred summoned me?” She ran her tongue over her lips, a gesture that sent a chill down my spine. “I am Sora Rhea, darling—little sister to your Dark God, the reaper of damned souls who make pacts with my brother.” “If that were true, you would have appeared long ago!” I gasped, my vision blurring even more. “You’re not as slow as Nocturnus predicted. Interesting.” She bit the tip of one sharp nail, stepping closer. “I’m the one who harvests souls in the name of our dark lord.”

“Freeze!” The police shouted, then looked around and asked, “Is East Sun Tower yours?” Thomas nodded desperately. “Yes. Did something happen?” “Yes. It’s gone.” “Clang!” Thomas collapsed to the ground, his eyes empty, tears streaming down his face. “You b*st*rd! I’ll make you pay for this!” Maya showed no restraint in her murderous intent after hearing the confirmation. “What goes around comes around. Do you really think you’re smarter than everyone else?”

I pleaded. “You think you actually have a bargaining chip? Do you think you have something valuable enough to trade? I did ask you to call the number at 6 tonight. But I don’t really need you to do it yourself. I can kill you now and take your phone. Or option two, I can kill you now, then make Kiara bring you back to life. You'll still end up making the call, but you will be in a great deal of pain when you do it. I will break every single bone that Eva had broken while she was here. We can bring you back to life after killing you a hundred times. You should be down on your knees, thanking us for granting you mercy and only killing you once. It’s your decision, just know that you will not j

The forum explodes. [God of War - Bore]: @Death God - Rea? A freshman taking assassination requests? You do nails and collect debts? You've got a big mouth, newbie. Let's see if you can survive one punch from me first. I chuckle, leaning back on the sofa. I tap out my reply, hitting send before tossing my phone onto the table. [Death God - Rea]: Darling, violence isn't free. Check your DMs for the price list.

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

I cross my arms in irritation. “Kiara would never! How would she even do that? She’s just a kid!” I object. Dr Dae rolls her eyes at me. “Oh calm yourself girl. I’m not saying she chose to murder anyone. I assume that she was forced to comply somehow. You’ll have to ask the girl when she’s ready to talk. As for the how, the child is a Reaper.” She says it as if it’s obvious but it really isn’t. I know that Reapers exist, but they’re the kind of Magic that most people have heard of but no one has ever met. I suppose Kiara’s dad must have been a Reaper too and why the MRO was so secretive about her markings. Most people are kind of scared of Reapers, they’re kind of the boogeymen of our societ

"The High Council has designated this territory a 'Resource Reclamation Zone.' All biological assets are to be processed. Resistance will result in immediate termination." ​"This is my home, not a resource," Rhea spat, her daggers ready. ​"Correction," the Reaper said, its arm shifting with a mechanical whir into a spinning saw-blade of silvered steel. "It is a laboratory that has overstayed its usefulness." ​The fight was unlike anything the Silver Bane had ever experienced. The Reaper didn't feel pain, and it didn't tire. When Marcus lunged, the machine simply swatted him aside with enough force to crack his ribs. Sela’s arrows bounced off the blackened iron as if they were toothpicks.

The Coming of the Reapers The peace was shattered by a sound that shouldn't exist in deep space—a low, melodic Howl. On the edge of the Mosaic-World’s "Bubble," the first of the Reapers arrived. They weren't ships. They were massive, bio-engineered hounds the size of skyscrapers, their bodies composed of the same Thorne-DNA as Leo. They were "Data-Sniffers," designed to track the specific "Noise" of a rogue consciousness through the void. One of the Reapers pressed its snout against the Mosaic’s energy shield. It didn't fire a weapon; it began to Lick the barrier. It was tasting the "Flavor" of Leo’s soul, looking for a weakness in the code.

"The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak." She looked back at us, her expression grim. "And they don't use drones for maintenance. They use the **Reaped**." "Who are the Reaped?" Rowan asked. "The people who didn't survive the de-compiler," she said. "The ones who lost their souls to the simulation. They’re coming to put you back in your boxes." A sound echoed from the sky—a long, low horn that sounded like the Earth itself was crying.