Badass Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

“Sorry to ask you this, archangel, but how certain are you that it is true? That a vampire is wandering around the human world when we all knew that no vampire existed already in the past thousand years,’’ Abu asked respectfully, as he opened his wings and sauntered toward Kram, bowed his head and knelt one knee before him and after few moments he lifted his eyes to Kram, serious and somewhat scary. Abu was one of the great grim reapers, in fact the head if the grim reaper's empire, who collects the souls of the deaths, a male who has long white hair, full white eyes that you couldn’t even tell where he was staring at; he always wore a bright large black cloak, has a long scythe with blue fl

I know that I am trying to bait him, but he isn’t always the brightest bulb in the box. “Well, Baby we do have to keep women under control. It is the only way to achieve the goal.” With these words, I knew that I was stumbling onto something here. “All the hard work would go down the drain if he doesn’t put up a fight and lets you have a choice. The whole point of the reaping is to keep women under the thumb of men. I would never do that to you of course but we can’t let anyone know that. I could lose my place in the Chosen.” He continues his ministrations on my neck and I was trying hard to act like I was enjoying it.

Although she had fear for that day to come, nothing was more realistic than the truth she holds, no one not even her parents knew, that the father of her child was a man who is defined to be god's favorite masterpiece. A man whose blood and eyes were considered royal and divine in the race of humankind. He goes by many names, but everyone knew him as, The Grim Reaper. A man who is infamous for brutally slaughtering heads and fiddle over human souls under his fingers. When fate favors their hearts to be one again, will Hillary be willing to attach herself again towards the overbearing, malicious, and coldblooded man who was said to live a life without mercy and is more cunning and inhuman by

“It is not, Alpha Reed. We have just challenged the biggest villain in this region. No one has ever gone against him and walked free. I am scared about this, and you should be as well.” Reed scoffed. “Lord Grim is not a threat anymore. He might have been powerful in the past, but his powers have been neutralized. When last did you hear that he went on one of his wild conquests?” “Not in a long time. Maybe he is satisfied with what he has,” Kael suggested. “Vampires are never satisfied. Lord Grim doesn’t know about being content. The man keeps taking. Have you forgotten his crazy dream about having everyone bow to him?”

he hissed, turning toward the presence. The shadow stepped forward. Pale skin like porcelain, eyes blacker than night itself, and a presence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe. “I am what waits at the end of your kind,” the figure said, voice deep and hollow. “You were given years you did not deserve, Clark.” “What the f*ck are you talking about?!” Clark spat, backing away. “Get out of here—this is none of your business!” The Reaper tilted his head. “You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.”

When I heard the pleasured moan, the evil and satisfied chuckle behind me and then the whip hitting the floor behind me I knew that my scream was what he was waiting for. Graves Reaper is a Beta Warrior in my Pride and he enjoyed inflicting pain onto others especially me. I expect him to turn and leave as he normally does after he inflicts one of his punishments only this time I feel the warmth of his breath on the outer rim of my ear as he steps up next to me and whispers, “Mane Beatrice will give you to me one day soon and then I will have you screaming ’STOP’ for a whole other reason, my little runt.”

The only way he looks unharmed is because he has healing powers. The grim reaper is badly hurt because he's vulnerable to the whip the rouge angels used. The healer immediately pays attention to him to make him feel better. I can't believe that they have to go through the torture just to get to the other side to save us.

"Her chuckle at my question worries me. "Grim is the leader of the underworld he takes souls that are evil. He will be thrilled to get them, "she looks at the scene of Roman and Amver as she begs for him to come to her. I feel a movement and look behind the moon goddess as a huge man steps into view. "Hello beautiful," he winks at me, and I quickly blush and look down. "Grim, stop teasing her she is pregnant and belongs to Roman",his chuckle makes me jump.

In an instant, blood spurted everywhere. My ghost friends screamed, clearly not expecting him to be so ruthless to himself. Anthony finally got to see me. Not long after slashing his wrists, he lost consciousness, and his soul slipped out of his body. He froze when he saw me. "Willow." His voice was hoarse and filled with raw joy. He rushed toward me, overwhelmed. I easily avoided him, looked him over, and said mockingly, "You're filthy." He stiffened and lowered his head, frantically wiping the blood from his wrist onto his clothes. "I'm sorry."