Twewy Reaper Novels & Stories

"Sterling built their entire security apparatus on biometric scans and cloud-based verification. Right now, their 'Smart Gates' are just expensive piles of scrap metal. For the first time in thirty years, the world is blind. We’re going to use that." The trek to the village was a slow, agonizing march through the salt marshes. Maya’s boots sank into the black mud, her muscles screaming with every step. Her body was still reeling from the birth, her hormones a chaotic storm, yet she felt a strange, surging energy whenever she touched the twins. It wasn't just adrenaline; it was a feedback loop. As they walked, a low-flying drone; a "Reaper" model, similar to the one Leo had tamed in the water

It struck the ground a dozen feet in front of them. Where the beam hit, the scrubby grass, the tough little weeds, the hardy insects, everything simply… turned grey. Not dead. It was still standing, but all color, all vitality, was instantly leeched from it. It became a perfect, static sculpture of its former self, frozen in a moment of absolute apathy. A Reaper. That's what the Overseer had written. Deploy Reapers to sanitize the sector. Their weapon didn't kill. It preserved in a state of non-life. It was the ultimate expression of the Grey Sorrow's philosophy.

"Mom it's been 10 years now since you left me, I've done a lot since then, it's been really hard and lonely. I got married to my best friend and everything is ok, but feels incomplete without you. I know the world was unfair to you, to us I know you tried your best. Mom your little girl is not so little anymore. The road has been tough for me, I miss you, mama. It was difficult walking through the lonely times alone. But I know you were there watching me and still are. I know you've been coming through and making sure I wasn't on this road alone even if you're not here. Oh, mom, Liam has been there right from time....(cries) and he's still here mama(holds his hand tight). I'm sure you're pro

Without thinking twice, I pull his mask and I can’t help the gasp that comes flying out of my mouth when I see Dash staring back at me. “What the fuck?” I let out. I look over my shoulder at Wyatt and then at Dash, and they stare at each other. How the fuck could I have been so wrong? Dash is The Reaper? Dash? The man is like a unicorn, he shits rainbows and glitter and he is a mass murderer?

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

~~~ A/N Hey lovelies HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU, MAY YOU ALL CONTINUE TO SHINE AND DO WHAT YOU DO BEST, I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH. (I have compiled a video for the main characters on the official I***g page au_rare_stories. If ever you got curious on how the twins and their girl look like, go watch that video now. And let me know if they all are up to your expectations. And believe me, I found the most suitable models there ever are in the entire universe. I hope you find them hot too!) Love, RARE

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

The Reaper had found his forever. And together, they would face whatever the blood called for when the time came. The storm had new heirs. And the underworld would never be ready for them.

What had I done? Blood drained from my face leaving me white as chalk. "I do," the Italian reaper replied. "I pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride." My new husband's eyes hardened into something malicious and deadly, and then his mouth closed over mine.

Not yet. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling. What if another reaper has her tonight? No, I told myself again. I shouldn’t interfere… But even as I said it, my body moved on its own. My hands reached for the car keys, my feet moved toward the door. Moments later, I found myself behind the wheel, heading back toward that bar like a man chasing a storm. As I pulled up, my suspicion was confirmed. Another reaper was already there—tall, cloaked, and walking toward the entrance with purpose.