The Reaper Pdf Novels & Stories

--- ### The Heart of the Harvest I followed her, driven by a desperate need to find the Core and a lingering, suicidal hope that some part of my mother was still in there. The stairs led to a chamber that defied the laws of physics. It was a cathedral of light and meat. Pulsing veins the size of tree trunks ran along the walls, carrying glowing emerald fluid toward a central sphere that hovered in the air. This was the **Reaper Core**.

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

He looks around and my mother and grandparents in a way that makes me think that they are going to hear it from him as soon as I am gone. "I will do my best. I love you all and please be good to each other. Father, I know that you are a man that follows the rules and that you want to do what the Chosen has ordered. Just please learn to open your heart to the family that you have. At the end of the day that is all we have in this life." With that, I turn and get on my bus leaving my home and all that I have ever known to go into the great unknown that is the reaping.

“I give up, as I am tired.” He pleaded with his shivering hand as he still tries to reach for it and towards the reaper he believes and in presence to take his soul into hell. To the silence and dim-like shadows of the selected parts of the room where the full moon is shining and giving its light as it is reflected through the glass walls. Footsteps echoes as the silhouette of the reaper he claims finally introduces. To the light of the moon and the claim reaper, he calls pave its very image in front of him. His blurry vision from his left-right eye, picture out the distinctive black color of eyes that pins the death reaper in every aspect. His whisper towards him echoes.

He added, laughing freely. Lin clenched her jaws, trying to shake off the doubts that their adversary was planting in her mind. She knew he was playing mind games, but the truth he spoke kept striking a chord in her. “That is none of your damn business! We will figure it out when that time comes!” Hunter thundered the words at the guy. “And f*ck you for killing my friends in the Dark Valley!” “Your friends were weak, just like the two of you,” The Reaper replied, walking in their direction slowly but purposefully. “Surrender, I’m giving you two one last chance. Surrender right now and I will lead you right out of this quest easily.” He smirked.

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.

The silence in the mountain safe house was heavier than the snow piling against the windows. I stood frozen in the center of the living room, the destroyed tablet still smoking on the floor where Damien had crushed it. My hand rested protectively over the swell of my belly, where our daughter kicked as if sensing the storm brewing between her parents. “Project Reaper,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me.” Damien didn’t move at first. The Reaper, the man who had once kidnapped me, broken me, then rebuilt me into his queen, looked almost… broken. His grey eyes, usually so cold and calculating, held a rare shadow of guilt.

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.”

"The High Council has designated this territory a 'Resource Reclamation Zone.' All biological assets are to be processed. Resistance will result in immediate termination." ​"This is my home, not a resource," Rhea spat, her daggers ready. ​"Correction," the Reaper said, its arm shifting with a mechanical whir into a spinning saw-blade of silvered steel. "It is a laboratory that has overstayed its usefulness." ​The fight was unlike anything the Silver Bane had ever experienced. The Reaper didn't feel pain, and it didn't tire. When Marcus lunged, the machine simply swatted him aside with enough force to crack his ribs. Sela’s arrows bounced off the blackened iron as if they were toothpicks.

I flash him a brilliant grin, spin on my squeaking boot lifts, and bolt out the door. Behind me, Hilbert watches my retreating, chaotic figure, shaking his head with a helpless, entirely captivated sigh. --- Hilbert is taking a leisurely stroll. I am a Reaper fueled by the sheer terror of bankruptcy. I ditch the stairs entirely, scaling the three-story brick wall and diving straight through my open balcony window. Jacket off. Balloons violently yanked from my bra and kicked under the bed. Prosthetic wax scrubbed from my nose. Silk pajamas on.