Series: The Reaper Series Book 1
Author: R.S. Broadhead
I. Am. Death.
His only job? To watch.
Watch the family Fate branded for death be butchered by a random drunk.
Cadeus Reaper was created by Grim for reaping souls. So why can’t he do the one thing he was made for?
Cadeus always knew he was different from other Reapers. Still – he struggled to fit in, to follow orders, and earn his way to the top spot of Demoral as he was intended for, that is until he reaps a soul for the first time.
He defied Death’s law by attempting to stop a human from being executed.
Or so he thought.
His crime would not go unpunished or unnoticed.
Trapped. In a cell. For over twenty years as mental and physical abuse haunted him--only to discover that the girl he tried to save is very much alive--but will soon be dead.
With no other choice, Cadeus has to do the impossible. Escape an inescapable prison. With the help of a newfound friend, he manages to reach freedom, only to find the world he once knew is gone. Grim has disappeared, leaving utter chaos. Fate, along with other Reapers, have taken over his home, the realm of Nekroun Earth.
Along with Demons and Angels, Fate has demanded the girl that Cadeus saved be found. Can Cadeus get to her first? Or will she end up in the hands of a fate she’s been running from?
I tried to block the portal, but was hit in the jaw with the wood from another sickle. A blade whizzed past me so fast it practically hummed through the air. I heard a thud, and Izzy screamed before it closed. The pain in my jaw was nothing compared to the heavy feeling my heart felt at that moment. Sophia lay in front of me, gasping for breath. Her chest moved up and down in a rapid motion.
I ran a hand over her hair, pushing it away from her face. “I’m so sorry.” I had never meant the words more. It was my fault she was dying. Tears spilled out of my eyes.
“Just get away from me,” she screamed. Her sobs turned into choked gasps. “I don’t want to die,” she whispered before she quit breathing. “Get him up. You’ve got to be the stupidest sack of shit Grim’s ever made,” Paradan, Grim’s first sergeant, said. His voice was so harsh. The harshest I had ever heard it, but I didn’t care.
Two Demorals snatched me from the ground. My jaw pounded. I winced as I tried to move it. Their grip was solid around my arms. They thought I would fight them, but there was no fight left in me. I did what I thought was right. Those little girls’ blood would forever stain me and haunt my dreams. I deserved whatever punishment Grim had in store for me.
Whatever it may be.
About the Author:
R.S. Broadhead is the author of new adult paranormals. When she's not writing you can find her ghost hunting, taking a nap, or surfing the web for creepy stories for inspiration on her next novel.
She lives in Alabama with her husband, two feisty girls, and a gassy pug! She loves to chat with readers!