Soa Reaper Novels & Stories

"Not just mates. Not just lovers. A weapon. A system. A defense against the impossible." "Exactly." The Reaper confirms. "Your father chose revenge over sanity. You choose love over everything. That's your advantage. That's your power. That's how you win. He fights alone. You fight together. He's motivated by hate. You're motivated by love. And love, Aurora, is stronger than death. Always has been. Always will be." "When do we start?" I ask. "Now." The Reaper raises her hand. The foundation dissolves. Reality shifts. Suddenly we're somewhere else. Somewhere dark. Somewhere between worlds. Somewhere that exists only in death's domain.

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?"

"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.”

VALENTINA "Stop playing with me, Horace. This isn't a joke," I snapped. "How did you even get an invite?" "I have my ways," he said, taking a slow swig from the bottle. "Hello? It’s me. The Reaper. Doors don't stay locked when I want to walk through them." "Wait, are you stalking me now? Is that what this is?" I stepped back, my heels clicking loudly. "I can't have a single moment of privacy after you ignored me for three days?"

Soren - POV Rocher and I sat in the basement, eyes locked on the grainy footage playing on the screen. The man wore a Reaper crest ring, but there was no identifier—no name, no visible face. Something blocked the camera’s view, leaving only his hand in sight. Judging by the roughness of his skin, he was likely in his late twenties or early thirties. I exhaled sharply. No new information. Nothing. Even the dark web held no trace of the Reaper mafia, as if they never existed.

The thought of him in the hands of his family's murderer made her shake with terror. "We're going to get them back," Stalker said, reassuringly but it did nothing to help the way Velia felt, "Whatever it takes." "How?" Velia asked, her voice barely a whisper. "If this Rosario person is powerful enough to take both Venom and Virus, how are we supposed to –” "We're The Reapers," Reaper cut in, "We don't leave family behind. Ever." Velia looked around the room at the assembled pack members, who had become her chosen family over the past months.

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.