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“You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.” In a flash, the Reaper closed the distance. One cold hand touched Clark’s chest. Clark gasped. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. His body jerked once—twice—and then fell to the floor, lifeless. Silence. The Reaper turned to me. Blood rushed in my ears, too loud to hear whatever he said—if he said anything at all. My body gave in to the darkness. And I collapsed. Cullen’s POV The man’s body dropped like a stone. Soul ripped. Breath silenced.

NYX’s POV “Salvador suuuucks!” Narin and I had barely stepped into the Rebel’s hideout when we were welcomed by the loud screech of a male banshee- or rather, a farshee- who was obviously fed up with Salvador Academy. I jumped, my hands covering my ears to block out his ear-splitting scream which shook the entire basement. The dude was lucky we were in an underground bunker. If he had pulled this off outside, the Westwood forest would have easily carried his cries to the ears of the guardians. That would lead him into some serious trouble.

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.

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

Reaper stood in the doorway. Calm. Still. Smiling. Not a big smile. Not a cruel one. A knowing one. Like he’d been waiting for this moment. Like he’d been waiting for me. I pressed myself against the wall, shaking so hard my teeth chattered. “Please—please don’t—” He stepped into the truck. The men around me went silent. Reaper crouched in front of me, his face inches from mine. His eyes were dark, unreadable, terrifyingly calm.

Going through the book she realized that they were different soul but the death seems to have occurred in a country on Earth. She teleported over as she saw the souls flying around. Without finding out what happened to got down to work but was suddenly unconscious Just before she Fainted she saw the smirk on the face of the light goddess. When she opened her eyes again, she saw herserf tied up and faced a huge crowd, they all cursed her and called her a Demon. She watched the crowd faintly but never tried to defend herself, because she knew no one will believe her. She glanced at her fellow grim Reapers but they all moved their eyes away and never looked at her.

“You misunderstand the Reaper’s purpose, Prince of Hell. The Raven Reapers are not vultures drawn to carrion. They are a function, as old as we are. They are the enforcement arm of destiny.” She gestured to the Loom. “We weave, we measure, we cut. The Reapers are the auditors who ensure the thread, once severed, is filed correctly. They are the agents who maintain the order of the transition. Donn is not a predator circling your mate. He is a cosmic bureaucrat whose entire system has been thrown into absolute anarchy.”

Unremarkable. The reaper’s posture is neutral. His position unchanged. What is wrong is the tilt. Not movement. Attention. For a single, impossible beat, the reaper’s awareness angles away from the life he is bound to observe. Toward Nora. Reapers do not divide focus. They do not register anything beyond their assigned soul. They are not built for curiosity or comparison. And yet the reaper’s gaze lifts, as if listening for something he has no authority to hear. Then it stills again.

"If the core stops turning, we lose the gravity-well. We lose everything!" The Static-Reapers Arrive As the Earth began its fusion ignition, the Sink at the edge of the sector took notice. Out of the Absolute Zero, the Reapers appeared. They weren't ships. They were enormous, spindly needles of "Solid Cold"-beings resembling frozen lightning bolts. They didn't fire weapons; they simply floated toward the Earth, and wherever their shadow passed, all motion halted. Birds froze mid-air, falling like stones. The "Seed-Walkers" in the nurseries turned into emerald statues.

“You need a spear to kill a woman?” A Reaper stopped and stared at her, its lifeless eyes boring into hers. She didn’t know if it understood anything she was saying, but it slowly grinned and tossed its spear onto the ground. “That's it,” she whispered. “You want to take me on?” It stepped over Gabriel and raised its arms into a fighting stance. Focused on Aurora, it did not see Gabriel slowly reaching for the dagger concealed beneath the snow. As the Reaper took its final step, Gabriel rose up and buried the weapon deep into its back. It fell forward and black blood oozed out across the snow.