Soa Reaper Novels & Stories

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

They accepted it. Children always did.... trusting first, questioning later. "Go next door and play for a bit," Ivy said gently. "Mama needs to rest." She watched them leave. Then turned back to the empty room. "All right," she said quietly. "Tell me what you are." Silence. Then..... [I am the Bloodline Guardian System. I am here to help you survive the apocalypse… and avoid your previous end, Host.] Her jaw tightened. That end. Aria screaming.

"I'll save death. I'll stop whoever's killing mortality. I'll prevent the apocalypse. But on one condition." "Name it." The Reaper allows. "They help." I point to my mates. "All four. Together. Like everything. Always. I don't fight alone. I don't sacrifice alone. I don't save the universe alone. We do it together. Or not at all." The Reaper considers. Then nods. "Agreed. The five of you. Against the enemy of death itself. Against the one who would end ending. Against the threat to existence. You have three months. Then death dies. Then reality ends. Then everything you've sacrificed for becomes meaningless. Three months, Aurora. Same timeline as building this foundation. Poetic, isn't it?"

Sofia said unmoving from his arms. “I don’t care if you are the one to hate me, I just need you in my arms.” Adrian replied and hugged her tighter. “Please let me love you.” He added. “Adrian I...” Sofia stopped as the intercom turned on again. “Attention to all, make your way to the training grounds to witness the punishments of Kia, the Grim reaper and the Terminator.” The intercom turned off again. Sofia sighed and removed herself from Adrian’s hold. “Sounds like it is time.” Adrian said looked distort.

The reaper gritted his teeth and sighed. "I cannot. There is a much bigger issue happening and unfortunately, you are a large part of it. Rest assured all will proceed as it is meant to. Now I must take my leave. Remember that you don't need to kill to feed, fight the urge to drain your hosts," he said firmly and vanished. Leaving her full of questions, Sophia cursed rudely and went into the restroom to toss the empty blood bag. Lifting the toilet lid, she watched the empty bag drift down to the bottom. Next, she went to the sink and rinsed her hands and her tear-stained cheeks.

She already suspects I have dark and shady businesses, yet she’s never seen me on any broadcast, never seen me on any tribunal, never seen me in any court. That should have been proof enough that I have sufficient resources. My voice is low and yet it booms as I speak, “Thank you for your cooperation, Alpha Joras of the Silvershine pack. I’ll be taking my leave now, as soon as you release my mate.” Sophia goes rigid and I feel it. The old senile Alpha chuckles and goes into a rant. “You killed my sons! You bastard! You killed my servants! You destroyed my home! All for her! All for a worthless woman!”

Reaper. I stared at the blood splattered across my white shirt in disgust. I'll probably throw it out. It's ruined now. I turned to face my victim with a sigh, ''Did I not...warn you not to make a mess?'' ''You fucking bastard!'' He yelled, blood flying out of his bloodied mouth. The blood landed on my pants this time. ''I hope you rot in hell. Fuck you! Fuck y-'' I yanked his head back by the hair and slowly raised a knife up to his eyeball. Trying to calm my breathing, I started to draw circles across his left eyelid with the knife. ''I told you...don't. Make. A. Mess.''

He has a solid jawline, clean-shaven face, thinner cheeks with just the right amount of plumpness, dimples that would take any normal woman’s breath away, beautiful bright brown eyes with flecks of gold, a tall leanly-muscled build, and short dark brown hair that is always neatly combed to one side, but tufts at the top in a cute way. I give him a polite nod that contradicts the rude way that I shove past him to step inside. I wordlessly pass him the name and photo of my target that came with the job posting, fixing him with an intense emerald-green gaze. He already knows the drill and I’m not one for pleasantries or small talk. He gives a low chuckle at my straight-to-business attitude, “al

The reapers extended its finger apart with its plam facing the floor. In less than a minut, several jagged pillars ruby quarts sported infront of us. “Red, what are you doing?,” Daryl asked Adrian. “That wasn’t me,” “Up here Baldy,” The reaper smiled. “And that’s not all,” The android took his other hand, surging it with xenon energy similar to Daryl, and slashed a crescent shape wave destroying part of the pillars. “That reaper has our power,” Rick said. “Bingo Primal,”

It struck the ground a dozen feet in front of them. Where the beam hit, the scrubby grass, the tough little weeds, the hardy insects, everything simply… turned grey. Not dead. It was still standing, but all color, all vitality, was instantly leeched from it. It became a perfect, static sculpture of its former self, frozen in a moment of absolute apathy. A Reaper. That's what the Overseer had written. Deploy Reapers to sanitize the sector. Their weapon didn't kill. It preserved in a state of non-life. It was the ultimate expression of the Grey Sorrow's philosophy.