The Black Reaper Novels & Stories

“I only knew it never died on me when I opened my eyes in the dream realm.” He nodded once, the movement slow and deliberate, like a verdict forming in the quiet. “Then prove it belongs where you say it does.” And without warning, the first Reaper struck. His weapon wasn’t forged—it was summoned, pulled from the void like judgment shaped into form. A black blade, jagged and humming with curses older than memory, appeared in his hand, and he came for me—not to kill, but to test, to see if I was what I claimed to be.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

I hear my mother and grandmother breakdown into tears. “Cora we hide as much of this from you as we could. I didn’t want you to grow up in fear as your mother had. Things were not that bad in this village until Carl took over. He is the one who started all of the raping, kidnapping, and murder. He was a power-hungry bastard from the time we were children. He started turning evil when he wasn’t able to pick the girl he wanted in the reaping.” Dad sits down next to my mom and for the first time, I see him take her hand and hold it close.

I looked to the other side and saw my council members with Father in the midst of them. And on the other side, it was the council members of the Crimson Fang Empire. My heart sank into my stomach as my eyes met with their Alpha, Alpha Kael. He was tall, well built and looked extremely handsome. But the admiration did not last long, it was replaced by a deep hatred when I reminded myself that it was his people who killed Mother. " Princess Lyra, you are welcome, we have been waiting for you to show up and here you are" the council leader from my pack said.

"The service elevator is compromised. We go through the roof. My men are holding the stairwell, but the Blackwood Elders have sent their 'Reapers.'" "Reapers," Killian spat the word like it was poison. He grabbed my waist, hauling me to my feet with a strength that felt both terrifying and intoxicating. He didn't just hold me; he claimed me, his body a shield against the chaos. "They’re sending the failed prototypes to do their dirty work. They’re desperate." "They aren't just desperate, Killian," Julian said, checking his magazine. "They’re coordinated. The Russians have provided satellite overwatch. They know exactly where we are."

The players eyes widened in terror, as the three figures emerged from the shadows. Medusa stood tall, her hair writhing like snakes, each strand tipped with venomous fangs. Her eyes glowed like embers, piercing through the darkness. A stone-like mask covered her face, except for her full, crimson lips, curved into a wicked smile. The Reaper loomed beside her, his presence like a shadow cast over the land. His eyes were empty sockets, his skin gray and decaying. A black hood covered his face, and his tattered cloak billowed behind him. His blood streaked soulcutter was held firmly to his chest as though passing a silent warning.

Slashed deep into the skin beside the dead boy's mouth was a crude, jagged symbol. My throat went entirely dry. A gang did this? "The Black Reapers are ruthless," someone else murmured. "It's insane. I heard their leader actually goes to school here. Riven Rykerthrone." I closed my eyes, the world tilting beneath my feet. I was so incredibly screwed.

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

"Hacker, understand—" But Hacker had already turned and stormed off, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "Let's move out," Venom said, his voice low and even, but his eyes lingering on Hacker's retreating form with a hint of concern. Hacker stops to watch as the car drives out of the clan, "I'm not a kid, why can't they just understand?" he muttered angrily, quickly running to the control room in order to watch their step. *** The Reapers stood at the edge of the Black Jungle, their faces set with determination. The air was thick with the sounds of dangerous animals and the scent of decay. Towering trees loomed above, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching for the sky.

“Who?” Kael’s voice was a rasp. “The Reaper of Ashvale.” Liam blinked. “I thought he was a myth.” “He was,” Kael replied. “Until now.” The Reaper didn’t speak. But when he entered the ring, the sigil beneath him turned black. It wasn’t flame he carried. It was void. Even Dorian looked uneasy now. Cassia’s hand tightened around her mother’s. Nova knelt beside her. “Cass… listen to me. If this is too much”