Twewy Reaper Novels & Stories

I scooted closer as our voices dropped to a low whisper. “Well.” She looked behind her to make sure Sam and Mrs. Cannon weren’t coming back, “This one guy said this morning, that the Delazar’s are creating trouble in Shadowcreek right now. They are tearing up the town looking for Hunter. He’s a big deal in their clan, Jay. He’s the leader of their reapers, the list holder. But I think he’s even more than that.”

"You're six-foot-two with a cast! You are not compressing!" Elion grabbed Cale’s arm. He forced him to stop. "Look at me," Elion commanded. Cale looked. His eyes were wild. "It's Tuesday," Elion said. "Yes. But it's our Tuesday." "It is the day you die," Cale whispered. "In every timeline. It is always Tuesday." "Why?" "Because Tuesday is the day the flower blooms," Cale said. "And the flower... calls the Reaper." Elion stared at him.

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.

Nothing happened, I didn’t fall, it was like it passed over me with ease. Amber frowns at me and tries again but the same thing happened. Then a see the light that belonged to Tasha, she wasn’t far away, her hands were outstretched. I had no idea what she was doing but it was working. “REAPER!” I scream out hoping that she was here. Still there was silence, but I feel my bones crack, signalling my shift. How was it possible if Reaper wasn’t here? Actually, I don’t care, I was going to tear Amber apart.

She looked even more confused. "A fate?" I nodded. "A female reaper with slightly different powers then a regular reaper. They can see the future to a degree and something called soul splicing. It only works if you are with your proper mate though." "That doesn't sound fun." I smiled at her. "Basically the instant the twins are removed from me while I'm being stitched up Sylvia is going to attach a piece of Aidens soul to mine to prevent me from dieing, after which I will be an immortal. Don't look so concerned it won't hurt anyone and the piece taken from them grows back relatively quickly from what Sylvia told me."

Her eyes gleamed. “They’re Verek's direct lapdogs. Killers. They’ve slaughtered more people than most ordinary dare to count… Alphas included.” She leaned back slightly in her seat, completely at ease. “They’re rogues.” A sharp wave of gasps rippled through the crowd. Eyes darted toward George and the twins, disbelief written plainly across their faces. But Verya wasn’t done. “Not just rogues,” she added lightly. The air seemed to tighten. “They are the Four Reapers.”

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.

They ran anyway, breathless though they didn’t need breath. The reaper’s scythe slashed again, carving through smoke and bone. The Wraith howled, splitting apart, dragged back into the cracks it had torn in the Veil. The air sealed shut with a thunderclap. Silence fell. Avery pressed against the nearest wall, gasping. Their hands shook violently. “What the hell was that—what the hell was that?” The reaper planted their scythe into the ground and leaned on it, eyes burning with cold fury. “That was the mess you made.”