Twewy Reaper Novels & Stories

Olleta , the girl and first-born twin who was a replica of her mother, and Zigfrid, the male and second-born twin who probably took after his father. " They are asleep. Sleeping like angels they are." Dulce smiled. " Must have been a tiring trip for the little ones." " I guess so too. So, tell me, dear one. Becker said, stealing a glance at Dulce. " Tell you what?" " Are you ready?" Dulce smiled. Was she ready? She knew exactly what Becker was asking her. Her aim for returning had revenge in the back of the wheels. She was definitely going to take a piece of everyone who made her look like garbage back in the days.

she lied. Ryan gave her a small, sad smile. "You should be." --- Far below them, deep in the mansion’s stone bowels, Mason writhed against the restraints cutting into his wrists. The room was cold and damp, the air heavy with mildew and old blood. But Mason barely noticed. His mind was racing too fast. Plotting. Scheming. Planning his revenge. He wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. His lips twisted into a snarl as he strained against the handcuffs, feeling them bite into his skin.

The reapers' blades came out of their scabbards. Reaper Swithun took aim and pointed his swords at the werewolves' necks. "You will regret doing this," Reaper Swithun said as he narrowed his gaze. "So you better be prepared for what happens now because your death is in my hands." He tightened the grip of his sword.

“Your flesh.“ The taste of lies had never been this worse. A half smile curved on his lips and suddenly pointed his arrow at me. “Do you wanna know what my arrow wants?“ “I'm not nosy as you are.“ He released his arrow so I jumped away from my location to avoid his arrow. “I taught you how to hunt skillfully, but one thing you haven't mastered yet. When you aim your arrow, never hesitate to shoot.“ I heard the werewolves run away from us. Rylan stood behind me while I stood opposite from Tasio. “Simple because I don't want to.“ “Still acting saint, huh?“ The word saint never really exist. I released my arrow and it hit his right toe. “Not really, more like mastered the word timing than don't

“He’s waiting.” Thorne said nothing. Virell stepped to the window, staring out at the stars. “She’s not ready,” he said. “But she’s close.” Thorne’s voice was low. “You want her tested.” Virell turned. “I want her revealed.” — The second wave of Reapers departed at dawn. They were faster. Sharper. Less patient than Thorne’s team. Their orders were clear: provoke the bond. Force the awakening. Measure the threat.

He grabbed a second submachine gun from the wall rack and checked the chamber with a metallic clack that sounded like a death knell. ​"They’re in the lower tunnels," he growled, his eyes fixed on the security monitors. The screens showed thermal signatures—ghostly white figures emerging from the black water of the grotto. They were moving with military precision, draped in sleek rebreather gear and carrying compact, high-caliber weapons. "The Reapers. The Council’s personal cleanup crew. They don't take prisoners, Leona. They erase mistakes." ​"And we're the biggest mistake they ever made," I said, my voice surprisingly steady as I tightened the grip on the sidearm he’d given me. The adrenal

If I was working, if I was drowning in spreadsheets, contracts and corporate warfare, I didn't have to think. I didn't have to imagine where she was, or what had happened to her, or if she was calling out my name in the dark. I pulled a stack of financial reports toward me, uncapped my pen.and forced myself to read the first line. I was Ryan Wylder now. The Reaper was dead.

I was still standing there, half-listening to them drone on about engine mods, when Tess and Maeve came strolling "Happy birthday, Reaper," Tess said first, pulling me into a quick hug. "You’re getting old, huh? Twenty-seven. Next thing you know, you’ll be yelling at kids to get off your lawn." "Thanks, Tess." I smiled. Maeve hugged me next, a little tighter. "Happy birthday, Reaper." "Thank you," Tess glanced around, and her brow furrowed a bit. “ "Hey, where’s Tyler? I haven’t seen him all evening. He said he’d be here early."

He would become two times stronger at the very least! “He is confident that even if I am two times stronger, I will be no threat to him,” the Golden Sky thought silently, understanding that this wasn’t merely a gift, but a warning as well. He was being reminded that he was just an ant, and that he should act like one. He bowed silently and took his leave. “Idiot,” the Reaper thought silently as he watched the Golden Sky’s figure disappearing from this space. “Did you think you were the only seed I had planted?” the Reaper mocked internally.

He grew taller and taller, feet sinking into the sand until they became roots rushing toward the World Tree. Marcus—the Scarecrow—roared. A wave of green energy shot from the shore and slammed into the golden blade above. The blade froze in the sky, buzzing and trembling with a sound that shattered village windows. "He’s holding it back!" the Auditor whispered, shielding his eyes. But the Reaper wasn’t just that blade. From its shadow, thousands of golden insects poured down, each the size of a car. Their legs looked razor-sharp, made for cutting, and they swarmed toward the village, wings grinding like machinery.