Ayira & The Reaper

Ayira, a young woman haunted by visions and the chilling ability to see beyond the veil, faces a world fraught with loss. After foreseeing her parents' deaths and watching the Reaper collect their souls, her deepest fear becomes Margaret, her sister, now battling an incurable illness. But when the very embodiment of Death, Deagon Skinner, arrives for Margaret, Ayira's extraordinary gift forges an unexpected, forbidden connection. What happens when the girl who sees death, touches death, and perhaps, falls for death?

Ayira & The Reaper

Ayira, a young woman haunted by visions and the chilling ability to see beyond the veil, faces a world fraught with loss. After foreseeing her parents' deaths and watching the Reaper collect their souls, her deepest fear becomes Margaret, her sister, now battling an incurable illness. But when the very embodiment of Death, Deagon Skinner, arrives for Margaret, Ayira's extraordinary gift forges an unexpected, forbidden connection. What happens when the girl who sees death, touches death, and perhaps, falls for death?

The storm raged, lightning flashing and thunder clashing, tearing me from my sleep. My sister, Margaret, hated storms, so I slipped out of my room, intending to check on her.

Mark, our hospice worker, had moved her bed to the living room to keep her connected to us all. But a sudden thirst diverted me to the kitchen. As I emerged, an icy prickle ran up my arms. A tall, dark figure stood in the living room, heading straight for Margaret. I sighed and crossed myself, a familiar dread coiling in my stomach. It was Death. I shivered, huddling behind the living room couch, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. My small frame shook uncontrollably as I watched the man approach Margaret. Slowly, I rose, peering through the gloom. I'd always been able to see in the dark. The tall, sinewy, suit-wearing figure gently held my ailing sister's hand, gazing down at the sleeping woman.

A tear slipped down my cheek as I watched the wispy soul of my sister slowly begin to be consumed by what I knew was a reaper. Gathering every ounce of courage, I rushed forward, lifting both arms, and shoved the black figure with all my might.