Badass Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

However, Austin's calm reaction didn't mean that Ezra and the others could remain composed. Aldus, struggling to contain his excitement, said, "Last night, something monumental happened on the dark web. The 'Grim Reaper,' the top-ranked assassin on the Shadow Web Syndicate's Death List, reappeared. Just logging into his account sent shockwaves through the dark web. "While everyone was still in shock, the Grim Reaper used his special privilege to bypass the Shadow Web Syndicate and impose his will directly." As he spoke, Aldus pulled out his phone, navigated to the dark web page, and handed it to Austin.

A goon lunged, his blade flashing, but I caught his wrist, snapping it, his scream cut short as I drove my knife into his gut, twisting until he stilled. “Burn it,” I growled, my voice low, my men torching crates of cocaine, flames licking the walls. One of Salazar’s lieutenants, a wiry bastard named Rico, begged on his knees, his hands raised. “Please, Reaper, I didn’t—” I shot him between the eyes, blood pooling, my boots stepping over his corpse. My men flinched, their glances uneasy, but I didn’t care. This was me now—cold, merciless, the devil they’d forgotten.

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

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.

If anything, he showed them—just slightly, just enough to remind you what he was. He caught my gaze. Smirked. It was small. Sharp. Lethal. I looked away first. “Next to him,” Loralie whispered, “with the silver eyes and that whole ‘I’ve seen your death’ vibe? Silas Grimm. His family runs the reaper line. Literal emissaries of death. Half-reaper, half-shadow. No one knows his age. Death incarnate in a hoodie. Don't touch him unless you're into soul dismemberment.”

Grim was a fun death taker, a complete contradiction. "Do you collect souls Grim," I asked curiously and he chuckled. "Nope, I'm only in charge of many others that do, hundreds of thousands of reapers," he stated solemnly and I nodded my head. "Must be tedious having to deal with so many reapers," I scowled and he shrugged. "They all are very dependable, I have no complaints, plus I have lots of down time that I now get to spend with you," he said softly. I glanced at him and smiled.

I just wish I could blame someone. I glance at Adrian right when an insane smile spreads across his lips. I both fucking love and hate that look, especially the spark of excitement dancing in his eyes. "He's one of us. No, let me rephrase that - he was one of us. He stood above his pack, fought far too many battles and didn't lose even one. Honestly, I believe we got him in here only because the bloodsuckers drugged him. If it weren't for the drug overdose, he'd take us down, all of us, without breaking a sweat." "You're digging too deep. Just tell me what he is and how he became whatever he is."

From above, Mara can clearly see tons of lifeless body of humans, grim reapers, angels, and demons. Not a single race as exempted. Mara's eyes landed on Lara, the lady whobhas declared herself as Mara's rival when she was first introduced as the newest grim reaper in Eternal. Her reason was because Mara is also a special case which will be usefup in wars and battlefields.

The first bloodsucker went down easy enough with a quick blast from Jo’s Glock, which gave her hope that these were old school Vampires, the kind that died quickly with a bullet or two, not the reengineered kind that had showed up a few days after the Revealing, and certainly not the pesky Souled kind that they’d discovered the year before Jo was born. No, with any luck, all of these dirt bags would turn out to be good ol’ fashioned bloodsuckers and fall down dead like good boys and girls with a blast of her weapon. She’d find out quickly enough.

"You think the Grim Reaper is in your scythe?" "You mean, my weapon doesn't have a demon soul at all? Then why is the effect similar to other mystical weapons when I slashed at the vampires and even ghouls while vacationing on the cursed island? And also, about the several werewolves I've killed, they didn't show any signs of healing. from the wounds, I inflicted at all." Alexis tried to understand what Damien wanted to say. "Then, how can I gain power like Reinhard's if the Grim Reaper's soul isn't in my weapon? Who would I meet if it wasn't him?"