Twewy Reaper Novels & Stories

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

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

It will fall before the alpha reaches it's neck and by that, it will miss it's kill Keyinde: What if one of the wolves sees you? You'll be the one in trouble. Taiwo: Like I said, it's an unseen foul because somehow, the animal will run into my spear. Keyinde: How will you do that? Taiwo: Don't worry about that. She sighed!! Keyinde: I hope we won't get in trouble with the wolves. Taiwo: Trust me we won't. Keyinde: What if another wolf beats the alpha before it's your turn? That....

The Reaper disappeared in a puff of smoke. Around him, Cutter saw Keepers of the Light flashing their power in streams of blue and white as masses of black charged in shapes and sizes he’d never encountered. The wind picked up as Keepers of the Wind created tornadoes and wind gusts to carry off screeching demons. Plants sprung up from otherwise dead and cracking ground, entangling Reapers as they closed in or tripping up the demons who sought to destroy them.

Graduation day at Reaper training My name is Skye Evanore Reoch and I'm the only daughter of the reaper king and queen. I'm half reaper and dark witch and possess loads of magic. My parents, Rowen and Ayira rule this reaper section out of thousands that cover the entire earth. Anyway, back to me, being the only girl out of four children, I'm a daddy's girl. I have an older brother Liam who is off being taught some things from his dark elf grandfather and my younger twin brothers Brodie and Brayden. I decided that I wanted to become a reaper and not just a boring princess lounging at a palace waiting for my parents to wed me off to some pompous prince so I enrolled in the reapers training pro

She was under no influence. ‘’Little Seranda, a twin born to save the world, a blessed wolf born to bring supernaturals and humans together. How can I not want you dead?’’ her claws dug deep into my shoulders. I was not healing, my wolf was still too weak to heal me, and with every punch came emotions. She was not doing this because she was jealous of me having Mckeny as my mate, she was doing it because I was the blessed wolf. ‘’Did you forget, I was born with a twin who has been after my life? I was born together with the one to end me”’ I spat at her. Why was she jealous, why did it anger her so much?

The combination—the playful heat of Zariah, the grounding strength of Malik—made Imani feel like she was melting from the inside out. Imani pressed closer to Zariah, letting her warmth envelope her, lips brushing softly along Zariah’s jaw in a teasing, slow exploration. Zariah responded, cheek against Imani’s, fingers dancing lightly across her arm, light but electric. Malik’s hand moved slightly higher, holding her firmly, grounding her in the overwhelming sensation of being caught between two.

He stroked my hand with his thumb. “The bringers of death?” I suggested. “The Delazar’s thrive on war. Their leader loves chaos and power. Delazar believes the weak should be killed.” He paused, with a grim look on his face, and I thought back to what Sam said about his brother, then he continued, “Reaper is the name he gave our clan because we are the bringers of death.” “Have you… brought death to anyone?” I wanted his answer to be no but a part of me wondered and I had to know.

The car stopped in front of me, and I covered my eyes with shaking hands. From the driver's side appeared a tall, powerful figure. His chiselled features, so much like Eric's, made my heart skip a beat. But it wasn't Eric, I realised as he got closer. This stranger had a muscular frame, broad shoulders, and stood around 6'2". His thick lashes framed his piercing blue eyes, which gleamed in the twilight. Robust face structure with a defined jawline highlighted his rugged attractiveness. His face was framed by finely dishevelled dark hair. A faint smile softened his features as he approached. "Alex," I said as realisation set in. He was the first son of the illustrious Wilson family and Eric's

That felt like a contraction, why did that feel like a contraction? “Ah, baby number two is ready I see” Dr Tenner said as he disappeared between my legs again. “Excuse me?” Roe gasped, “What do you mean baby number two?” Lunaya snapped, “Twins, ladies, I mean there’s twins” Dr Tenner called. How in the bloody hell did we not know there were two babies in there. Make sense given how huge I was. “No. She can't be having twins, Weres almost never have twins” Roe argued. There was no point in fighting it, I could sure as shit feel another one was coming out. But I don’t understand why she isn’t more excited.