Soa Reaper Novels & Stories

Elara’s POV “It might be a bright idea for you to step out of the shadows,” I said calmly. A few seconds passed before a man materialized inside the room. His face was covered with a mask. He lifted his arm and showed me a tattoo etched into the back of his palm. “Reaper. I have come to take your life,” he growled. The Reapers. One of the greatest assassin guilds in the country. “Do you have any idea where you are? This is Caelthorn territory.”

Eric ordered. “You got it,” I said. My temples pulsated through the tips of my fingers as I opened a mind link with the rest of the team; “Everyone, I think I know things weakness,” Eric thought. “Don’t keep us waiting babe,” Adrian responded.”What is it?,” “Every time a Pod glows, the reaper uses the hybrids power inside it,” “We figured that much,” said Natalie. “Whats the plan?,” “First, we need to free the pod that lite up when the reaper went intangible,”

Is this reaper crazy so what is he saying? "I am not a scarped soul, reaper. I am alive, and you cannot take away my life just because you want to. You will be violating nature's law if you will take someone else's soul from a living person!" I am interested in him. He can't take my soul especially and I don't understand his reason.

"We can stop it. We can use the stabilizers. We can—" "We can't do anything, Nomo. You said it yourself," Somito gasped, his knees buckling. He slid down the doorframe, his heavy frame hitting the stone with a dull thud. "It’s a reaper. And I’ve got too much Montague blood in me for it to ignore." "I'll get Sofia! She can—"

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.

Yes, I'm dead and hallucinating before whatever it is decides where I go next. The nurse's voice grips my attention again. "Oh, the Scaler. That's the creature that reminds you of the last thing you heard before you died until it's sure your soul is pure. If you've committed many crimes during your mortal life, he will torture you until he is satisfied, but you'll never enter the afterlife. Instead, your soul will enter another body with no memories, and the cycle will start all over again. Since your soul was pure, he set you free and even gave you the chance to fight for your life. That doesn't happen. But maybe..." Her eyes search the room. Something's off with her sudden chance- she's no

he mumbled sadly and I hugged him tightly, telling him I missed him. "The reaper section is a mess. Reapers are retaliating and aren't doing their collections. Victoria is making those disputing her disappear, like my poor Ronan. I fear the human realm is going to experience an apocalypse soon if you two don't get rid of that ignorant female pretending to be in charge," he said gravely.

My psychic ability must be heightened in this place because I instantly become aware of these three creatures, these… {reapers}. The first is Kera, the Spirit of Vengeance, responsible for conducting everyone who suffered a violent death. She’s a battle maiden in plate armor, with an ebony face and short, curly blonde hair. Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back.

"They’re coordinated. The Russians have provided satellite overwatch. They know exactly where we are." We burst into the hallway. The air was thick with the smell of cordite and blood. I saw the first of the Reapers—men who had been twisted by a raw, unstable version of the Rose. Their skin was grey, their eyes weeping a dark, viscous fluid. They didn't feel pain. They didn't feel fear. They only knew the hunger for the Catalyst.

It was a single set of GPS coordinates. "Sophia, the signal from that number is on the move. It just stopped at... the old apartment building where you died in your past life." Sophia’s eyes snapped open, her pupils contracting with a visceral shock. "Go there," she commanded, her voice like cold steel. "I want to see what this 'reaper' actually looks like."