Soa Reaper Novels & Stories

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.

It was you. His jaw crooked in a rueful grin. The solace was immaculate. Rains came and flooded my soul. For the longest time, I was alone. I journeyed in dreams and shadow, through the valley of the damned, looking for a place you could be born. I walked and walked, until I could walk no more, constantly dreaming of you. When it was time to plant, I did. And now? I am the Reaper. “And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?”

Kaelion stood beside them, his cloak billowing despite the still air, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “They’re close,” he said. Aria nodded. “I feel them.” The Reapers. She didn’t know how many. She didn’t know what they wanted. But she knew they weren’t here to talk. Her mark flared. Kaelion stepped forward, his body tense, his voice low. “Stay behind me.” Aria didn’t argue. She didn’t want to. — The first Reaper emerged from the mist like a blade drawn from shadow. Tall. Cloaked. Masked. His armor shimmered with runes that pulsed in rhythm with the ley lines. His eyes glowed faintly—not silver like Kaelion’s, but red. Cold. Final.

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?"

"He's going critical! If you break the containment field of his skin, he'll detonate!" "He's dying!" I yelled, struggling against Silas’s grip. "He's digesting!" Silas shouted back. "He ate a sun, Helen! He needs time to process the isotopes!" CRASH. The porch railing exploded into splinters. A Reaper the massive, armored harvester smashed through the perimeter. Its serrated blades spun with a terrifying, high-pitched whine, chewing through the wooden fence

Austen stood guard anxiously outside the ward, telling me to call him immediately if anything was wrong. I knew he had natural hostility towards Gilbert. But I didn’t want him to know that I was actually a reborn person. Meeting Gilbert’s cold gaze, I smiled calmly: “Brother, I know you’ve been reborn too.” “In this new life, I’ve left you as you wished. To erase the child that you truly hated, I even almost lost my life.” “What else do you want? I won’t tell anyone about what happened that night. It’s ends here.”