The Black Reaper Novels & Stories

He eyes us both before explaining. "You're right. Whether you chose to disclose the update about Mazari Electronics or not, it wouldn't matter." "Why not?" "The triad has become aware of a new threat. He calls himself the Reaper. He took out the Black Dragons in Los Angeles and seems to be going after the 14K."

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.

I crouched between the trees, approaching to see the prey they were hunting; lupine souls ran past me, but one caught my attention: the black wolf didn't run, just walked panting, watching everyone around him despair. The reapers stopped around him. “Don't you tire of this tedious game?” The black wolf shouted. “Do what you came to do!” Lying down, the wolf offered his body to be torn apart by the Reapers, who now appeared as huge and ferocious wolves. I saw them tear his skin, making him roar in extreme pain; his bones were crushed mercilessly, and his claws and eyes were ripped off abruptly. This was the endless punishment in this hellish place!

my voice is a dry whisper in my throat, and it vanishes instantly in the darkness. A thick chuckle burst out of the slot hole, “Look who it is we have here… Dale Lazarus, The Reaper, harbinger of doom, our top 1 fighter. To what do we owe this unplanned visit?” I stare deep into the hole the voice is coming from, “Dora Jael. I want you to terminate any contract you have with her.” The air in the room is suddenly split by a sound that makes the hairs on my arms stand up. It started low, a guttural, rattling noise, a dry wheezing chuckle, then the devilish laughter dies, and he continues, “You sound…”

I didn't memorize it either but I knew that I would reach its border where I would reach the plain and in front of that was the road to Valencia and the forest where Elijah and I first met. I ran for a few minutes and I didn't make a mistake. I can see the light at the end and I know it's the end. I don't think the monsters can reach here because their target is only the town and not the whole of Samona. I was getting close to the border and was about to jump but suddenly something black formed and it turned into a huge creature wearing a black hood. It was holding something that made me stop. Your harvest is one. "R-reaper?" My lips trembled when I said it. I don't know why a being from hel

The thing in the shadows screamed. It wasn’t a sound meant for ears—it was bone grinding on stone, glass breaking inside Avery’s skull. They clutched their head, staggering back as the Veil itself shivered. A claw pushed through the cracked air, long and jagged, dripping black smoke. Then another. The beast’s head followed, stretching from nothing, stitched from shadow and teeth. Avery froze. “What—what is that?” “A Wraith,” the reaper said, voice like iron. They spun their scythe into both hands. “Predators. Feed on the ones you let slip.”

Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. "Wolves of all packs," Alpha Maxwell's voice boomed across the clearing, "I present to you Seraphina Blackthorne, daughter of Alpha Kieran and Luna Raven, last heir of the Blackthorne bloodline." A murmur rippled through the crowd. I could feel their curiosity, their scepticism, their hope. Some had known my parents and remembered what the Blackthornes represented. Others only knew the stories, the power, the tragedy, the seventeen years of silence.

The moment Ethan stepped into the bedroom, his jaw went slack. There stood Belle, wearing a skimpy black satin and lace nightgown that barely grazed the curve of her hips. The fabric clung to every delicious curve, accentuating her full breasts, narrow waist, and rounded hips. In the soft light, her youthful beauty was laid bare before his hungry eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered under his breath, watching as she moved toward the bed, the gown slipping to reveal the smooth line of her back and the delicate black lace bikini beneath. The sight sent a fresh jolt of desire straight through him.

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?

a voice commanded from the doorway, deep and authoritative, slicing through the tension like a blade. I whipped my head toward the sound, my breath catching as I saw him—Lucian Moretti, the Reaper, standing there, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His jet-black hair caught the light, his gray eyes piercing through me with a mix of betrayal and something darker, something I couldn’t name. He wore a tailored black suit, the fabric hugging his muscular frame, exuding the arrogance of a man who owned the world—and everyone in it.