About The Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

Yes, I'm dead and hallucinating before whatever it is decides where I go next. The nurse's voice grips my attention again. "Oh, the Scaler. That's the creature that reminds you of the last thing you heard before you died until it's sure your soul is pure. If you've committed many crimes during your mortal life, he will torture you until he is satisfied, but you'll never enter the afterlife. Instead, your soul will enter another body with no memories, and the cycle will start all over again. Since your soul was pure, he set you free and even gave you the chance to fight for your life. That doesn't happen. But maybe..." Her eyes search the room. Something's off with her sudden chance- she's no

There was something in the presence of him that made everyone around him seem diminished, uneasy. I should have looked away. I knew that. But I couldn't. Something I couldn't name, a pull held me in place, my gaze fixed on him. Even from this distance, I could feel the cold, hard aura around him. Broad shoulders beneath a dark coat, the fabric stretched taut over his chest. The light traced the contours of his face—sharp, handsome. Godness, how could I use such words to describe The Reaper? Darius spread his arms wide. "Alpha Kael. Welcome. My pack is honored beyond—"

I could feel someone tall walking towards me, his shadows hovering around me, his shoes making a chilling sound as he made one step at a time. “Look who we have here. Former assassin of the crane pack and concubine of Grim the hybrid. I must say you are very, very manipulative to make him fuck you three months after his beloved mate died. Tell me, what did you tell him that made him want to leave his true love behind and be with you? What did you do for him? Who did you promise to kill this time?” He asked in a morbid voice. I swallowed hard. I knew I had heard this voice from somewhere, but where could that be? And why the hell was he calling me names, trying to make me feel bad for being w

"Evey... I'm sorry..." The Grim Reaper arrived as Chase was dying. He told me Chase's obsession was gone and I might go forth. I glanced at the dying Chase. Then I told the Grim Reaper. "Take him slowly. "I don't want to meet his dirty soul!"

It was a wooden scythe with a u-shaped moon. He’s a– “Grim reaper,” I mumbled. “You’re a grim reaper?” With wide eyes, I took two steps backward. “I sure am.” He grinned more seeing my reaction. I looked at him from head to toe. “You don’t look like one though. Grim reapers usually blend in with the mormians making it easy for them to catch evil spirits.” He gave me a stern look. “It’s because I’m born to stand out.” He stared back to the road and put his hands in his pockets. “Besides, no evil spirit can escape Grip,” he boastfully added.

I ate and listened to him. "Within the Death Ministry, only Grim can enter. There are only two types of grim that are the Council and the Reapers. The Grim Council are the ones who bring death notes from superiors to be sent to Grim Reapers like me, where we have to fetch the soul of the person written there. When we do not get them at the right time and place, they can escape and just add to the missing souls. In 40 days we should reap them otherwise they will be like the lost soul you saw yesterday. Dark and evil. " I nodded as a sign that I understood him.

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

I took a step closer, my hand trembling slightly. It couldn’t be. Nova noticed. “You okay?” I didn’t answer. I felt my chest tighten, anger bubbling up. “That guy,” I said slowly. “Who is he?” Nova followed my gaze. “Zone 10’s Supreme. They call him Kael. He’s the top of the chain the first to survive every trial. The System calls him the Grim Reaper.” “The Grim Reaper,” I repeated, the word leaving a bad taste in my mouth. “Yeah,” Nova said. “Some people here’s seen him once. Before they got pulled in. Some say he’s not even human that he’s the grim reaper that lurks around right before your death.”

“It was more than that. It was like,um,like I gave life to you. I never did that before. I never sired anyone. It's like I created you. I am your master, and you are mine. My family. My mate—um, my—woman! ” She blushed. Wait "How the hell did you know what my soul wanted?" Creepy Grim Reaper "Because dear mortal, I'm the keeper of souls; I can see, smell, and touch someone's soul; I mean everybody's soul, human or supernatural being. So, you little mortal was the oddest of all." "A vampire and a grim reaper at the same time?" Ew! Weird at all. "No, I'm just a vampire with unique abilities." "Okay, why am I odd?" she asked while brushing her hair with her hands, like it was normal and mundane

It was you. His jaw crooked in a rueful grin. The solace was immaculate. Rains came and flooded my soul. For the longest time, I was alone. I journeyed in dreams and shadow, through the valley of the damned, looking for a place you could be born. I walked and walked, until I could walk no more, constantly dreaming of you. When it was time to plant, I did. And now? I am the Reaper. “And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?”