Badass Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

That was the last memory I carried into death. Then came the darkness. A tall man dressed in black stood before me, a hood covering his face. Only shadows where his features should be. “Poor thing,” his voice rumbled — deep, echoing, almost gentle. “Who are you?” I whispered. “The Grim Reaper,” he said. “And you, Kaya Macherson, are in the land of the dead. But your story isn’t over yet.” My breath caught. “I’m giving you a second chance — five months,” he continued. “Avoid your death, make Damon Moretti fall in love with you, and uncover the one who killed you. Fail… and you’ll vanish forever.”

"Isabella Moretti, just like you ordered." The man turned around slowly. Grey eyes locked on mine. No warmth, no smile, just a cold calculation, like he was sizing up a new weapon. This had to be Damien Voss—the Reaper. I'd heard the name in passing from my dad's rare phone calls, but nothing prepared me for the real thing. I straightened up, ignoring how my hands shook. "You'd better have a damn good reason for dragging me out of my bed in the middle of the night. I have a life. An apartment. Students who expect me in class tomorrow."

Silas watched me and then followed me curiously. "So you're really a grim reaper?" He asked with interest. "Oh yeah!" I told him and looked at him. "I got kicked out though and stole these from a reaper," I pointed to the glasses. "Without these all reapers can't see." He looked at them with interest. "Really?" He asked and then laughed. "So like Black Butler?" "Yeah," I told him and looked at him. "Very much like Black Butler, except we actually have scythes and blades instead of lawn mowers and other outside equipment for a lawn." He laughed and then smiled hugely.

hindi ko na pinakinggan ang tinig na iyon at mabilis kong pinasok ang silid sa kabila ng tila harang na pumigil sa akin. The moment I cradled her small body into my arms, a gust of cold wind then entered the room. The chills was giving me goosebumps. It was followed by a man in black cloak standing by the window carrying a large scythe. "You idiot. Crossing the barrier is forbidden!" It was the first time I met the guy who call himseld as Grim Reaper. And the first time I witnessed with my own eyes, how he carried her soul away. Leaving me with only the dead body of a child I had the reason to live to.

It made Lisa feel good because it meant that her efforts were not going to waste. Lisa was a grim reaper or angel of death or a shinigami, every culture had a different name for beings like her. She was responsible for guiding discorporate souls, helping them accept death so they could move on to the other side. Whenever someone died in her district she would get an assignment or a prerogative as it was called in the business. Zadkiel was an archangel and her boss; he oversaw her work and that of 25 other reapers that worked in his province.

That’s what I thought, and that’s what I asked. Gilbert gazed at me deeply: “Julian, I’ve found out that Bessie gave you the special medicine that night, which caused you to hemorrhage and almost die.” “I also investigated the driver who killed you in the previous life and discovered that he was actually Bessie’s distant cousin...” “I was wrong. I didn’t expect is an undercover agent sent by my enemy, and she even wanted to take your life, in order to get rid of you.” “She was already pregnant when she returned to the country. My enemy hopes to bring down the Veronatri with an impure heir.”

The full moon cast its glory down upon the night, sprinkling the clearing in the forest with shafts of silver. The air was brisk and reeked of pine. Amidst her pack, Sophia's heart raced with anticipation. They were training, honing their mind and body for such a phase when the moon watched over them, and she was set to impress them. Then, in one swift moment, she was off, racing across the forest floor, and her black hair streaming out behind her like some sort of shadow. She leaped and bounded, her feet barely touching the ground. The other young werewolves cheered as the echoes went through the trees.

“Juno and Cassie don’t need guards. They need ghosts. Shadows no one sees. I want two men on them day and night, invisible. If anyone breathes too close, I’ll carve their lungs out myself.” The table stayed silent. The air felt heavier, darker. Grimm rose, the chair scraping against the floor. “I built this ring from nothing. I bled for it. Fought until they named me Grim Reaper.” His grin was sharp, dangerous. “But this? This is personal. Whoever thinks they can touch Rhett’s world is going to learn fast the difference between the boy on the ice… and the man in the dark.” He glanced at Milan, eyes cold and final. “Find them. Bring me a name. And when you do… I’ll show the bastard exactly wh

the king demanded, his voice trembling. The guard stumbled forward, falling to his knees before the throne. He looked up, his eyes wide with terror. "It was not what we bargained for, sir. She...she..." "She what?" Seraphina yelled, impatiently. Her hand twitched towards the hilt of her sword, itching to draw it. The guard swallowed hard, his throat dry. "She's not human. She's a wolf, sir. A werewolf, your highness, and she...she killed everyone of us. I only managed to escape..."

As expected, it takes a lot of explaining to make him understand why a human female is attracted to the hero and not the villain. To fulfill my other duties as Wampus Cat reaper, I’m taught to stand in the middle of the office and access the control console, also known as Hell’s Helm, which rises from the floor on demand like Septimus’s ash tray. Via Hell’s Helm, I’m able to mentally project myself {into} the screens. As it turns out, reapers never really appear in flesh and blood in the human realm. In fact, extended stays on the surface world is fatal to us.