The Black Reaper Novels & Stories

, I said to them, keeping my voice low enough to cause them to shiver in fear. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Luke roll his eyes at my antics and I smirked inwardly. In my head, Rage threw me a bored glance before turning away. He had been calm of late, and I was grateful for it. It meant no one would be hurt if they didn’t deserve it. One of the scouts, a brown haired werewolf named Ted stepped forward. “We have news from Blackmoon pack, Alpha”, he said and at my nod to continue, went on. “It seems the Alpha of Blackmoon pack has found out that we are the ones who abducted his mate”.

But my new Reaper senses are very sharp, and they are screaming that there is a huge, breathing creature currently standing in my personal space. Click. Without a second thought, I draw my handgun, smoothly take off the safety, and load a bullet in the dark. I walk slowly into the living room, keeping my hands perfectly steady. "Are you going to crawl out on your own, or do I have to drag your bleeding dead body out by the ankles?" I ask the shadows with a smile. A heavy moving sound comes from the corner. The huge, completely black werewolf steps into the moonlight. It's Fenris.

Just endless darkness. The Alpha Hunter let out a deep warning growl. The creature stopped walking. Its head tilted slightly. Like it was studying Ethan. Lucian sighed softly. “Well.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s unfortunate.” Ethan stared at the thing approaching them. “What… is that?” Lucian answered calmly. “That is called a Reaper.” Raven’s voice became sharp immediately. “There shouldn’t be one here.” Lucian nodded. “Agreed.” Ethan frowned. “And what exactly does a Reaper do?”

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

Turning his head around as a gate was present in front of him, the symbol that is carved with it and the name on top draws his attention as the closed and sealed black gate in front of him is his. “Now you shall see the truth.” Pushing him hard as the stone gate opens and with those same tiny black hands emerge from within and immediately holds his limbs tight as it dragged him inside. He screams as he wanted to break loose, but it turned him around to face the reaper only to leave him in shock and surprise like his blood is drained out from him as it turns out the beautiful reaper is a disguise for something more and sinister as a silver scaled serpent. “We shall see each other again pretty

However, despite minutes of uninterrupted lighting and thunderstorms, no response has been received. Until... Two black shadows appeared out of nowhere in front of the enraged man with bulging veins and scarlet cheeks. "Tell me, you... Reaper of Souls, who is to blame for her death?" "I am. I ordered my men to take her life," The shadows turned into a man in black jackets, one of whom walked forward and bowed as he answered. "Give me a good reason why you did that?" The enraged man demanded. "God, I'm doing what you told all of us to do previously," The reaper said.

They feed on human souls and flesh. Serra never saw one but they said the monster has scarlet glowing eyes, long and sharp razor-like talons, long black slithered body with black smoke coming out. The Reapers cannot be killed or even wounded by any weapons forged on earth. They are dimensional creatures and only those who draw power from other dimension can kill them, the Inkurs. The image of the monster gives shiver to her skins. She will never wish to meet one.

a rogue faction of the original tribe who had rejected the resonance ten thousand years ago to embrace the vacuum of the deep reach. The Reapers were a terrifying inversion of the Silver Crest evolution. Their skin was a dull, matte black that seemed to suck the light out of the binary suns, and their eyes were pits of absolute white, devoid of the gold ring of the healer or the silver flash of the king. They didn't carry staves of light; they carried "Abyssal Scythes," jagged weapons of void-steel that hummed with a frequency designed to drain the resonance from any living thing. "The harvest is here," the lead Reaper hissed, his voice a discordant harmony that vibrated painfully in our mar

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

Without uttering a word, he walked towards her, “your leave my daughter alone. I am a powerful man.” The reaper turned around and looked at her dad, “don't you dare lift your hands for my dad.” The reaper turned, looked at her, and, in a deep voice, said, “I’m not here to hurt anyone. “ Four men who appeared out of nowhere, wearing suits, stood at the side of the doorway as a tall guy wearing a black suit, hair neatly combed to the back with the words tattooed death across his neck, stepped in. The reaper went down on one knee, looking downwards, “My lord,” the men in the grey suits went down on one knee and “My lord.” The man wearing a black suit had a twelve-centimeter scar down his face;