The Black Reaper Novels & Stories

“Reaper Lissariel, I’m afraid you don’t understand the nature of your assignment. You are to interact with this human, earn his trust and get him to divulge his secrets. You cannot achieve this by hovering over his shoulder while invisible so you will have to pretend to be human.” “What!” Lisa exclaimed in disbelief. Her boss had to be joking. She didn’t understand the first thing about humans beyond their deaths, the idea of pretending to be one terrified her. “Surely there has to be another way,” she pleaded. She imagined being stuck following a human around, unable to fly or use any of her powers and the thought almost made her scream in frustration. “No there is not. Your prerogative’s n

the Reaper remarked in a sinister drawl. My sigh rattled down the line. “It’s about Claw. He sent a rogue to torch the apartment with me and my mate inside. I want blood, and I want it today.” “Say what?” the Reaper blurted, sounding shocked. I overheard him clambering out of bed and storming through his den. I listened, hearing him muttering an order to one of his henchmen. “I need ya to locate the bear shifter, Claw, and deliver him down to the cage. Kill anyone who gets in yaw way. I don’t care how y'all do it but keep him alive. The Beast wants his pound of flesh, and I want the bastard to suffer.” He swung his attention back to our discussion. “Consider it done. So, what else do ya and

He dangled ninety stories above the street. "Hold on!" I screamed. The Reaper recovered. He pulled a knife. He lunged at me. I rolled onto my back. I caught his wrist. He was strong. Genetically enhanced. He pushed the knife toward my throat. I looked into his masked face. I saw zero emotion. "Die," he whispered. Suddenly a black shadow fell over us. Kael had fought through the paralysis. He lunged. His jaws clamped around the Reaper’s head. There was a sickening crunch.

He must have succumbed to his greed, allowing this demon to take over his body. “I’m not here to play games with you, demon.” I say, drawing my dagger from my belt so the demon can see it. “You’ve played with the hunters quite enough.” The demon seems unimpressed at first, but he takes one look at the sword in my hands, and his already pitch black eyes start to go wide with horror. “T-That dagger…” His voice becomes a whisper, and all his earlier cockiness seems to disappear instantly. “I-It’s you! The dark reaper!”

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.

He rushed towards Arram and the old man tossed the ingredients into the teacup and Grim started pouring out steaming water into the vessel. "Let it steep for a full two minutes then she must drink it quickly," Arram instructed and looked at me. "You were poisoned with black blood. It's just as its name says. It turns your blood black and slowly kills off your vital organs. Luckily for us, you're a reaper and can't die per say but it will send you to the void if we don't nip it in the bud," Arram explained as he brought me over the foul smelling tea and told me to drink it all. I pinched my nose and downed the bitter drink. I smacked my tongue against the roof of my mouth when I finished and

Silas watched me and then followed me curiously. "So you're really a grim reaper?" He asked with interest. "Oh yeah!" I told him and looked at him. "I got kicked out though and stole these from a reaper," I pointed to the glasses. "Without these all reapers can't see." He looked at them with interest. "Really?" He asked and then laughed. "So like Black Butler?" "Yeah," I told him and looked at him. "Very much like Black Butler, except we actually have scythes and blades instead of lawn mowers and other outside equipment for a lawn." He laughed and then smiled hugely.

Ashley refused to come down, "You just didn't see it!" "What, you saw it?" Morgan Blackstorm lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms, but it was too dark around him, he only saw a pair of bright eyes, she blinked, and the long eyelashes were like a small fan. Because they were so close, the long eyelashes just brushed his face like that, and he just felt itchy on his face and heart. "I..." In the middle of speaking, Ashley suddenly stopped, she was a person who died once and was reborn again, and the soul travel really happened to her. But, can she tell Morgan Blackstorm this?

She had rejected him and broken their bond, but that did not mean that true love was not written in their future. With determination burning in his eyes, Hunter turned away from the fading image of Lin and focused on the looming figure of The Reaper. The sinister entity, still lingering in the shadows, observed Hunter's internal struggle with a twisted satisfaction. “You’re alone now, Hunter Blackwood. No mate, no bond, no one to watch your back,” The Reaper taunted, his voice echoing through the desolate space. Hunter gritted his teeth, pushing aside the pain that threatened to consume him. “You think breaking our bond is the end of me? You're wrong. I’ll face whatever you throw at me, and

He launched himself towards the window, his movements a blur. He changed his form as the glass shattered. In a black cloak that hid his ankles and a mask made of obsidian that concealed his entire face, he was just as the legends had described. It was the Silent Reaper. Raphael swung into action, but he was quicker, which was a shock. He was not a man but a creature of death. One that could not be caught or escaped from. Despite the chaos and attempts to stop him, he deftly escaped, disappearing into the night. Raphael looked down from the window, his crimson eyes glowing like rubies in the sunlight.