Twewy Reaper Novels & Stories

she said, "what do you do?" "I run companies in real estate and technology," Davis said. Though it keeps me busy, it's time draining." "Excellent," Peter remarked. "You have developed rather a reputation," he said. "Thank you," Davis said, somewhat shyly. Davis's eyes kept straying to Ethan, who was now tinkering with a toy car, as the talk went on. The young boy displayed something remarkably familiar. Which Davis sensed. "How old is he?," Davis asked abruptly, keeping his voice laid back.

I froze and my grip on the case tightened until it groaned. The Reaper leaned in closer, his black eyes glinting. "And just yesterday morning... that same buyer placed an order for a second strike.”

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.”

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."

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.”

“If you love him then why aren’t you with him? Why did he openly reject you, why... “Because I used him or shall we say the vampire part of him, which brings me back to my question. Do you know the reaper?” I jogged my memory trying to recall where I had heard the name it sounded familiar, just out of reach of my brain ad then it came with a snap. “The reaper was the name given to the werewolf who was responsible for wiping out the tumek village.” I paused, my eyes suddenly widening with fear. “No, you must be joking.”

Reaper Swithin said, blowing his nose and taking in the air. "AAHHHHH! This Moroi blood!" Reaper Swithun Johnson is the guardian of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. He has ginger hair and blue eyes and always wears a black dress coat with silver buttons. He is tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a piercing gaze that can make even the bravest of souls tremble. Reaper Swithun is known for his unwavering loyalty to the coven and his fierce protection of its members. After Ace, Reaper is second in command in the coven.

He widened his eyes. "That's awful," he mumbled and then reached for me when I finished. "Yeah, reapers are what's left of suicides... their punishment from the gods is to reap until death do they part." I looked towards Toru. "He doesn't know anything of his past life, he just knows he woke up immortal with glasses and a death scythe that came with a quota." He nodded and then laid his ears back. "That must be terrible... I'd hate to be like that.... I'm glad I'm a fox spirit," he mumbled and looked at me, waiting for me. I smiled and walked up to him, wrapping him in his arms.