Soldier: 76 Reaper Novels & Stories

I spent the next two years unifying Black Crows' underground forces and sanitizing their image. I also hired countless retired elite soldiers from all around the world, turning Stoneheart Security Company into a sharpened, indestructible blade. After our partnership ended, Nathan sought me out of his own accord. We agreed to meet at the temporary camp where we had been stationed together. Nathan was holding two bottles of chilled beer when I showed up. "Lily," he greeted, offering me one of the bottles.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Harlan raised Riven’s arm higher, but the celebration was short-lived. A deep voice boomed from the shadows near the back of the warehouse. “I’m not done yet, Reaper.” A massive figure pushed through the throng. Jaxor Veyl another underground legend with a shaved head, jagged facial scars, and a body built like a wrecking ball. He was known for dirty fights and even dirtier tastes. Harlan’s gold tooth flashed in a wicked grin as he winked at the newcomer. “We got ourselves a bonus round, boys! Reaper versus Veyl. Winner still takes the prize.”

"Great knowing you buddy, the war didn't kill us but I'm sure Beta Rider will skin us all alive for this. " I sighed. I swear there has never been a time when my father chose to believe in my actions. It's always me playing catch up and him acting indifferent to my efforts. The Reaper stops maybe a meter off, anchoring the weapon on his shoulder glancing around. The hood is so low around his eyes, we could only make out the glow of green eyes from the darkness. "I wasn't expecting a fanfare, " He says, voice rumbling like the colliding of waters.

Why she hadn’t sensed him before, she wasn’t sure, but there was no doubt in her mind he was there now, just off in the distance, awaiting his remaining troops before beginning his mission—to destroy her and all of her friends. Ru opened her mouth, thinking she’d tell Ivy and Cutter to take Lyric and Rider and run, but before she could get out a single word, the last Reaper took his position in front of them, and like a well-trained army, every scythe shifted at once, as if someone had ordered them to present arms. They were ready to attack.

The hybrid's arms fall to the ground with the shackles. "Nice try fucker!" I swing my blade a second time decapitating him. Reaper has shifted into his mortal form. He hands me one of the two semi automatic handguns he is holding. We take off running and shooting anything that isn't a dragon, hellhound or king of hell. I scream as I watch Gunner's huge dragon body hit the ground. The earth shakes under our feet. When I finally get to him; what's left of Bael's horde is trying to retreat.

To them, he was the Apex. Flanking him were the three 'Black Reapers'—the newly retrofitted, black-and-gold Vanguard mechs, their Star-forged Cores pulsing with blinding cyan plasma. "Jack," Sebastian looked up at the massive Defender mech. "Are the shock-absorbers online?" "Online and humming, Boss," Jack’s voice crackled through the external speakers, the heavy rotary cannon spinning up with a lethal whine. "Though a drop from this altitude is going to strip the paint."

Advanced camouflage suits powered down simultaneously, revealing an army of enhanced soldiers positioned at every possible approach to their home. Venom's enhanced vision pierced the darkness as his wolf senses kicked into overdrive. He realized the scope of the trap they'd walked into. "All units, defensive positions now! We are under siege!" Kozlov's voice came through the speakers. "Good evening, Reapers. I do hope you're enjoying the light show." Gunfire erupted from multiple directions as the enhanced soldiers advanced. These ones moved with coordinated intelligence, unlike the last, their weapons designed specifically to counter shifter advantages.

It was no longer the slouch of a confused man, but the straight-backed, poised stance of a soldier. Sela took a step back, her blood running cold. The elders had been right. "Arin, no. That's not you anymore. You're not a Reaper. You're Arin." "Unit Gamma-Seven," he corrected her, his voice cold. "The unit was awakened prematurely. The conditioning is incomplete. But the primary directive remains: Enforce order. Silence the discord." He raised his hand. It was not a threat, just a simple, empty-handed gesture. But Sela knew what Reapers could do. They didn't need weapons. Their will was the weapon.

I sprinted for the Interceptor, vaulting onto the pillion seat behind him. "Jax! Sienna! Reaper!" Dax barked into the comms. "I need its arms busy! Break its kneecaps, blind it, I don't care! Just give me a clear run at that ramp!" "You got it, Prez!" Reaper yelled from the second story. Reaper didn't aim for the armor. He aimed for the crimson visor. He fired three rapid shots, shattering the optical sensors on the left side of the Avatar's face.

"Move out. Now." Leo followed him into the mist-choked pre-dawn, the compact Glock heavy in his jacket pocket. Three figures materialized from the trees like ghosts—**Mack** (hulking, scarred, carrying a suppressed rifle), **Reynolds** (lean, tech-pad in hand, drones already humming overhead), and **Vega** (silent, coiled tension, knives strapped to her thighs). No names exchanged. Only nods. Soldiers on a clock. Harlan tossed Leo a comms earpiece. "Stick to my six. Breathe quiet. Shoot *only* if I say."