Badass Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

He choked, drowning in his own blood, gurgling as he clawed at the jagged end jutting from his neck. She smiled again. And it wasn’t human. By the time she was on her fourth kill, even the others hesitated. Men who had raped, slaughtered, butchered for less than the money I promised them— They paused. Because they saw it, too. Whatever this was, it wasn’t normal. This wasn’t survival. It was hunger. It was enjoyment. She liked this. Anatoly was gripping the railing of the podium now, fingers tight. And I could hear the question brewing in his silence.

A strange, sickly green light filtered in from somewhere above, casting eerie, distorted shadows over the jagged stone walls. Gavin, Jerry, and Helen were dragged in, bound and barely conscious, their captors rough and silent as they shoved them to the ground in the centre of the cavernous room. The figure standing at the far end, obscured in darkness, stepped forward, his face emerging into the dim light. It was the Boss himself, a man whose presence was as cold and sharp as a blade. His expression remained impassive as he looked over the three of them, his eyes calculating and devoid of empathy. For the first time, his face was fully visible, an unsettling blend of calm and malice etched i

Inside were the documented slaughters and syndicates tied to the Grim Reaper over the last three years. "Even the big three lords of the underworld—the Reaper, the Zmeya Empire, and the Crimson Syndicate—don't get this much attention on themselves," the chief stated, his finger slamming onto the gory crime scene photos. "No one knows who the leader of Zmeya is. No one has ever seen the face of the Crimson Syndicate's head. But everyone knows Riven Rykerthrone is the leader of the Black Reapers, and the fact that he is still walking around freely is an absolute insult to this badge." I stared at the files, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“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

"What they have looks similar to the Nefarious Spirits from your sect." "That's nothing to it. A zombie scout found out that a low-level technique like Blackness was enough to scare them out of their minds. There's nothing for us to be worried about," Tack said. Tack projected an image of his Nefarious Spirit after arriving. It was an ancient divine general known as the Grim Reaper. He planned to use it for defense. However, it attracted a group of zombies, for some reason. They were initially nonchalant about it. It was because the zombies became pieces of corpses after they exploded from the various techniques used by Tack and the others.

Alex stood up from his seat, before Raymond could say any further, he saw himself pinned against the wall, Alex hand flew to his neck, as he grabbed his throat, he watched Raymond fight helpless for a chance to breathe again, " If you mess with me using my mother's death, I will not only kill you, I will make sure you have a very painful death, burn your body, and scatter your ashes to the four corners of the earth, If you....."

It was the one thing that had stunned her but which she couldn't deny. But she had also gotten to that point in her life where she really didn't care about anything or anyone. A sarcastic smirk found its way to her lips when she recalled the all too familiar face she had seen the previous day. Ah, Rosetta Verona D'armani. The despicable wench. She shut her eyes. She didn't care, she really didn't care but she wanted to make Rosetta pay... And she had the perfect tool in her hands. •

What must have happened to them. Without knowing what the grudge was there was no way out of this. Alexa had to act fast. She had to find out what happened and how all this came to be. " Who are you then. Please tell me?" " I am a soul reaper. My job is collect souls and take them to the underworld." A scythe made of ice appeared in its now skeletal hand and a skeletal face imerged from under the hood making Alexa shudder. In all her life she has never met a grim reaper. It was really in front her and it was waiting for Alpha Felix's death.

Something sharp pressed against her throat. A knife. Where had he gotten a knife? "Nobody moves," Connor said, voice shaking with manic energy. "Or she dies." Duke went rigid. "Let her go." "Why? So you can have your happy ending?" Connor's laugh was unhinged. "No. You took my victory. I take your girl. Fair trade." "There's nowhere to go," Sierra said, her weapon drawn but unable to shoot without hitting Valentina. "You're surrounded. This is over."