Angel Grim Reaper Love Novels & Stories

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

👿 Ritu stammered nervously, “I’m feeling very sleepy… good night…” And she quickly rushed inside. Adhik watched everything carefully… A devilish smile slowly appeared on his face. 😈🔥

But she was not prepared for what she saw instead. Instead of a normal young man with a clean face that oozed of youthfulness, what she saw was a face she would never forget. With an angular-shaped face so perfect that they seemed to have been cut out with careful precision, a pair of neatly cut eyebrows drawn together complementing the pair of eyes that were further down. Lyra gaped as her gaze moved from the top half of his face down to his eyes. She breathed in... Those eyes. They were red. Not just any red; they were fiery red in color as though fire was in them and they were blazing.

“It should have been with him. They were never meant to be born... they deserve to rot... rot in hell!!” It was pitiful to see Elena this way, but it was also disheartening to know that, even with her life flashing before her eyes, she desperately wanted nothing but to see us get hurt. “No...” Agne's voice thundered. “You rot... rot in hell.” She began to move her hands and whisper chants. A movement that caused Elena to scream uncontrollably like she was on fire. I stared at the horror before me, as little by little, Elena began to fade away in a black shaft like dust, till she was completely gone.

“I am always here for you. Good luck getting rid of me.” Everly’s bottom lip trembles and she breaks as soon as she looks up and makes eye contact with me. I lean over, wrapping her in my arms. “I hate it here,” she cries, face pressed against me. “I know, honey.” Tears roll down my cheeks and I rub a hand up and down her back, trying to soothe her. “I’m so sorry.”

Finally. Sera attacked immediately. She crashed into him before the wound fully healed, slamming him backwards into one of the subway pillars hard enough to crack concrete. Husen’s smile disappeared for the first time. Good. Sera drove silver toward his heart. Husen caught her wrist again. Harder now. Pain shot through her arm. The vampire’s eyes darkened slightly. Then he threw her. It's not hard enough to kill. It's hard enough to hurt.

His shadow crept over me and I shut my eyes. "Don't be nice to me," I rasped. "Be evil. Give me a reason strong enough to keep hating you." I felt his hands caressing my face. He tucked a stray of my hair behind my ears and raised my chin up. I kept my eyes shut. A tiny voice in my head was screaming at me. No. Don't look at him. Don't look into those crimson red eyes. He's a devil. He'll burn your soul. Remember what he's done. He's the Grim reaper. He stole the lives of your family as well as countless innocent lives.

It made torture become ecstacy and pain a tool for excitement. " Let him in," Apollo said, sipping from his cup. His lips flattened at the sight of his visitor. It was him. Henry the wife of the last witch-of-a-confessor's-touch, a druid whose tone spoke of war and chaos. He sang mischief like a lullaby. " What brings you to Humulin, druid? " Apollo asks, staring deeply into Henry's green eyes, not blinking. He tried his possible best to read his countenance, but he couldn't.

Edmund tried to muster the remnants of his strength to try to break free. The fight that Edmund saw seemed one-sided. Grim Reapers' presence, who couldn't be hurt and always absorb magical energy, made it difficult for the elves to attack from a distance. These creatures were impervious to being attacked by magical energy. Instead, the bodies of Grim Reapers absorbed attacks made of magical energy and then cultivated them to increase their own magic power.

I asked her and, without stopping walking, she replied. “Yes, I died less than a week ago. Long story short, I said no to the egotistical Alpha Aaron. As a result, he rejected my as.s and sold me to Blake, who decided to hand me to that Demon-Wolf, Elijah. For whatever hell of a reason, he killed me — maybe a virgin damn sacrifice; who knows why he chose me to be his victim,” Angeline shook her head. “Virgin?” Stormy barked in my mind, a wolfish grin forming on his muzzle.