Soldier: 76 Reaper Novels & Stories

Everyone got silent as a man she saw that Matt followed behind, he climbed up on the makeshift stage and gave a speech. “Thank you, everyone for coming tonight for this occasion. As all know the evening will start with promoting ranks of soldiers who earned and were selfless and courageous in the battlefield. Soldiers who worked long and hard to earn the positions that are now to be given to them as in acknowledge and approval for all their hard work and actions they have done to protect us and our country and their brothers on the field.

I told her. “Well what a beautiful sight!” Some deep voice says. I look behind me and see another person tall like A but this guy has bright green eyes instead of blue eyes, otherwise they’re almost identical. “Oh silly me, I’m Leviathan, but you can call me Levi. And who might you beautiful ladies be?” He said. A looked at him with disdain, “I told you not to come.” He tells him. Levi smiled, “brother, I had to meet your lady, though you didn’t tell me there were two of them.”

A goon lunged, his blade flashing, but I caught his wrist, snapping it, his scream cut short as I drove my knife into his gut, twisting until he stilled. “Burn it,” I growled, my voice low, my men torching crates of cocaine, flames licking the walls. One of Salazar’s lieutenants, a wiry bastard named Rico, begged on his knees, his hands raised. “Please, Reaper, I didn’t—” I shot him between the eyes, blood pooling, my boots stepping over his corpse. My men flinched, their glances uneasy, but I didn’t care. This was me now—cold, merciless, the devil they’d forgotten.

I hated how sensitive everything felt, how even the threat of being claimed made my cunt clench. Rage laughed“Yours? Since when do you get to hoard prime stock, Reaper? You think because you killed a few extra warlord scouts this week you own every tight hole in the camp?” His gaze flicked to me “ That Crown pussy is still fresh. Still worth breaking properly. You had your turn.” Reaper’s dark eyes flicked to me for a brief second. That same possessive smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “She’s not just any hole,” Reaper said slowly. He took another step forward until the two men were nearly chest to chest,

“I wouldn’t move if I were you. The ground here is… particular about its guests.” Soldier Reyes, trained for threat assessment, instinctively took a half-step forward to get a better angle. The moment her foot touched a different patch of moss, her body seized. Her eyes flew open wide, pupils dilating in sheer terror. She saw something—a vision of herself being torn apart by shadowy claws, her screams silent in the vision’s void. She stumbled back with a choked gasp, falling to her knees. Elliot raised a hand, halting the others. He took one careful, deliberate step forward. “We come in peace. We mean you no harm.”

Lukas glanced at the protesting soldier, whose wail was quiet because of his lack of strength. "P-please, t-they're there..." the trooper muttered weakly as Nurse Sala administered him with sedatives. He went weak and silent shortly after. The nurse carried him in the same manner as before. Lukas had them walk ahead of him while he watched their backs. The ragtag group arrived in a three-way intersection that branched from left to right. The corridor was lit completely in red. Another corpse of an armored 666IB soldier laid to the side, his still-activated radio was transmitting something. The device was damaged enough that no discernible words could be heard.

SA-2614 is a genetically modified weapon of war. A soldier—a super soldier— whose sole purpose in life is carrying out orders and achieving the objective. Anyone who stands in her way is just another casualty in her unending war with whoever her superiors deem as enemies of the colony. And one such casualty lies prone in front of her, writhing in pain and shock of the 15000 volts delivered from her shock stick. He was a civilian, just a civilian. But she would do whatever it takes to achieve the mission. Even if she needs to take out a citizen of the colony.

Nothing face but common clotihing and materials so far. The dark blue vest and black pants were something he made during his second reincarnation. No matter what, Reap was told to always put some away for rewards to retrieve. The smooth texture of the Black Abyss Bat wings, made it possible to sleep in any type of terrain without a problem. Reap System: This place is odd. Several locations match other realms we have been to. But a lot of time has passed however in those locations. You need to travel further out so I can add more samples to figure things out.

Breathing. The entity staggered. Weakened. Angry. "You—you stole my meal. You—you interfered. You'll—you'll pay for—" Reaper shot her. Not regular bullet. Quantum disruption round. Same kind he'd used before. Except modified. Enhanced. Designed specifically to— The entity's form flickered. Destabilized. Started fragmenting. "Sarah's been preparing," Reaper said. "Two years of studying entity. Two years of designing weapons. Two years of—of being ready for this exact moment. For when she escaped. For—"

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.