Soa Reaper Novels & Stories

"If you pluck it, two more will come to the funeral." Cale froze. "Is that scientific fact?" "It's an old wives' tale. But do you want to risk it?" Cale lowered his hand slowly. "No. Risk assessment: High." He turned to Elion. He looked devastated. "I am rotting," Cale said. "The Architect was right." "You aren't rotting. You're distinguishing." "Distinguishing?" "Yeah. It looks... dignified. Like a professor. or a silver fox." "I am not a fox. I am a retired Reaper."

"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 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.

I ended the call and began my walk to the docks. When I got there, he was already with some of the men there. And a new face that I hadn’t seen before. “Kane. This is Mr Smith. Mr Smith, the one and only Reaper King,” Mr Smith looked like how most men in the business world looked. Short. Stocked up. Covered with so much jewelry and wiry eyes that gave the impression he’d sell me his mother without blinking. “Reaper. I’ve heard so much about you.” I put my hands in my pockets, my eyes staring at the crates behind him. “Are those the shipments?”

“Well, I’ve never had to explain any of this before, so I’m afraid I’m not going to be very good at it, but I’ll give it a try.” “Great.” Ru was feeling more accommodating than she expected herself to be. She leaned back into the cushion and crossed her legs, wondering what in the world he would say next. “Okay, well, what I was telling you earlier about the Reapers is all true. They are essentially demons commanded by Azrael. They have a role to play in society, to gather the souls of the dead when their time has come, but unfortunately, not all of them abide by the rules they’ve been given anymore. Some of them… take people they aren’t supposed to, unmarked souls.”

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

She hugged her tightly and cried. "I never thought I'd see you again, I'm really sorry about everything…" Tyler said with a bent head. "I don't need anyone's pity. I have accepted my fate and I plan to remain dead in your lives, excuse me" Sophia gently pushed Molly aside, and turned to walk away.

The bone man followed my lead, exploring the world through my eyes. He looked at the lines on my hands, the swell of my breasts and legs. The sinews and tendons fascinated him. We walked barefoot together. He tasted the air with my lips. I've missed my heart, you know. His bones rattled, aching for life. The black shroud wrapped round us, and he formed himself from the wind. Will you dance with me? said the Reaper. “What are you?” I asked. Your companion. He looked at my hands, now his. They were bare bones. Maiden, you will never be rid of me.

When Celeste saw the fury in his face, she immediately shifted into victim mode. Her expression became wounded and confused. "Marcus, what's wrong with you? Are you still angry at me? I know you're upset about Aria, but that's not my fault." She reached out to touch his arm, but he pulled away like she had burned him. "I'm asking you a direct question," he said, his voice deadly calm. He pointed at specific drug names on the medical reports. "These immunosuppressants - Lupus Bane, Moonlight Poison, Silver Root extract. Did you take them before your medical examinations?"