Soa Reaper Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"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.

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.

I shook my head at him. "So exactly how old are you?" That was the main question nagging at me. "I got my reapers mark at the age of twenty-eight so technically I'm twenty-eight." I rolled my eyes. "You know what I meant. What the hell is a reapers mark though?" "It's the mark we get when we reap our first soul, that's when we stop ageing. And I know what you meant and to be truthful I'm two hundred and fourty." I felt like a child compared to him.