About The Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

Alex and the grim reaper took out their Glock 22 guns and began to shot the remaining mean until the reached the target car. Alex shot both the driver and the second guard on the front passenger seat as the grim reaper opened the passenger seat and pulled the leader out. “Mr Ravoli, a pleasure to meet you.” The grim reaper said smiling. “What do you want from me? Who are you?” Mr Ravoli said looking weak as his eyes begged for mercy. One thing the man on the ground didn’t know about the grim reaper is that she doesn’t grant mercy, that’s just not who she is.

Tomás nearly paid with his life, as well as Sienna. "No me importa tu razonamiento. Me llaman el segador porque soy el que dicta los juicios. Desafortunadamente para ti, tu futuro se ve sombrío." I don't care about your reasoning. I'm called the Reaper because I am the one that passes out judgments. Unfortunately for you, your future looks Grimm. I say as I aim another shot at him.

"May I ask who are you?" I was surrounded by emptiness and nothing but darkness. Why did I always have such weird dreams? The voice sounded like the man from my other weird dream when I was lying in the middle of road. "You know who I am. I am the grim reaper." "Why can't you just leave me alone? I'm pretty sure other people are dying as we speak. Just let me be; I haven't got the chance to do everything I want yet. I made a promise to my mom; I won't die until then."

Will she die tonight? Unlike what most mortals believe, I’m not the only reaper walking this world. There are many of us, spread across the earth like silent watchers. Death is constant—every second, someone takes their last breath. But not all of them fall under my charge. I only reap those whose names appear in my book—the appointed souls bound to my hand. I kept checking my note, flicking through its cursed pages, waiting for her name to appear. But it didn’t. Not yet.

I was just leaving the apartment when I spotted a man wearing all black in front of the entrance to our apartment building. The way he looked and the way I felt about him was enough for me to know he was a Grim reaper, because I didn't see any life marks on his head. I swallowed when he looked directly at me. "You have to come with me now." he said in an emotionless voice. My eyes widened and I looked around to see if there was anyone. "Why? Am I dead?" I asked in shock. maybe it's just my soul and that I was completely asleep last night?! The thought made me even more nervous.

This second life belongs to someone else. This second life doesn't allow me to spoil it and do anything I want. This second life has a purpose, a meaning and a desire to be much better than the first. But all this undead stuff was making me lose sight of my sanity. I could understand how crazy all of this would have sounded if I had told Katherine everything there was to tell. First off, there was the Death Reaper, who didn't look like the monster illustrated in pictures and movies. He actually seemed friendly and, as Krista called him, a "gorgeous dude", considering that he might be the servant of Hades, the Greek god of the underworld.

Krim's words were soft as if they weren't exactly meant for her. He must have known her next question because he gave a bone-weary sigh. "Once they start to remember their life, they get to relive their death and all the regrets that came with it. It's an endless cycle that drives them insane." Holly put a hand over her mouth. "They can't break free?" "I've never seen a reaper break free," Krim closed his eyes. "And believe it or not, I've seen many reapers come through. Please, don't ask any more about that. I can't risk remembering, please understand."

She tried to fly but it didn't work, her feet did not even lift a bit. She kept on walking until she arrived at the ladder of Jacob, it is a long ladder that connects the heavenly kingdom and Underworld. She aimlessly walked backward. "Which way is my garden?" she asked herself because she is completely lost. Suddenly, she felt a hard object blocking her back. She turned around and found a mysterious guy with a blank face. She thought that, maybe, it is what they call a Grim reaper or the underworld's pet that is responsible for ferrying the souls of mortals to where they belong. The guy is wearing long black clothes and holds a sickle in his hand. His eyes speak nothing but a dull and empt

Daemon "Take it easy, Daemon. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is—well, most people simply call me the grim reaper and I think that’s sufficient for you.” The names didn't sound familiar, I was still in the dark and it was becoming quite frustrating but it didn’t matter. I was going to figure out who he was one way or the other and that smirk he had on his face would be wiped off completely. I crushed the butt of my cigar as my expression suddenly grew serious.

he had said before ending the call and my heart sank. "That was Sebastian, he was calling about your son, Atlas, he faded last night and is in some void," he said softly. I nodded and asked if Sebastian planned on getting him. Luric eyed me strangely asking how he was supposed to get him from death. I chuckled softly and told Ravin to explain how reapers didn't die. My son explained in great detail about how reapers went to the gray void and could be taken from there by a person who truly loved them.