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She tried to fly but it didn't work, her feet did not even lift a bit. She kept on walking until she arrived at the ladder of Jacob, it is a long ladder that connects the heavenly kingdom and Underworld. She aimlessly walked backward. "Which way is my garden?" she asked herself because she is completely lost. Suddenly, she felt a hard object blocking her back. She turned around and found a mysterious guy with a blank face. She thought that, maybe, it is what they call a Grim reaper or the underworld's pet that is responsible for ferrying the souls of mortals to where they belong. The guy is wearing long black clothes and holds a sickle in his hand. His eyes speak nothing but a dull and empt

"Security, please escort this person out. If someone lets a visitor like this through again, don't bother coming in." Two guards stepped in and peeled Cassie off the floor, steering her firmly toward the door. "Erin! I hope you rot in hell! You let this happen! You watched and did nothing!" Her voice echoed through the hallway, getting smaller and smaller until it was gone. I turned and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Below me, the city moved and hummed, all traffic and light and people with somewhere to be. The afternoon sun came in without apology, burning off the last shadow that previous life had left behind.

“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

I replied, and he smiled. "Do you know where to?" I asked, and he nodded. "Good." I held onto Rose's hand when I sensed that she wanted to run away. I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her waist. "What's wrong?" "I asked, genuinely concerned. "That's the Grim Reaper!" Do you know what those do to humans?'' She asked incredulously, and I nodded. "They suck souls from humans and feed them to hounds!" She whisper-yelled, and I burst out laughing.

I apologize that this book is really short with less than 30k words in all. I plan to edit it at some point and make it better. I figured that a really long Horror book might be less interesting and would just seem drawn out. I've not read a lot of them but I watch horror movies so I wrote this like I would picture an Horror movie. I appreciate all those who stuck with me and read Reincarnation regardless. Thank you all. After saying this, I would love and appreciate your feedbacks and things to watch out for when I do edit the book. It would be really helpful and appreciated. Bonus scene ideas too would be great. Thanks once again.

I fell asleep hoping and praying that maybe just maybe I would be able to find love with the man that would claim me. The next morning came faster than I had hoped and I was incredibly tired from not being able to fall asleep due to my nerves. I was excited but also a little scared not knowing what would happen to me. Today I would travel to the center of the continent where the Chosen had their headquarters. There was a large facility there that would house all of those who were part of the reaping. Over the next day I would be traveling by bus to the facility and then starting tonight I would begin my assessments. Tomorrow would also include assessments and then finally the next day at noo

Anne wished they hadn’t spoken to that batty old man, listening to his riddles and dead-end tales. The later discovery of alternate tales, crude folklore and legends betrayed by a handful of the old or wandering mad reinforced Damon’s suspicions of an ancient grave site, though there was no recorded information of its existence until Damon’s final research paper. There Damon recounted it by name, “The Mourner’s Cradle.”

The evening breeze was gentle, carrying the fresh scent of early summer plants growing. In the courtyard below, children laughed and ran around. Elderly residents strolled leisurely. Life flowed on in its most ordinary and solid form. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. The three months after Arya's death, which had been full of her family's scheming, were like a long, oppressive nightmare. Thankfully, I had woken up. Wounds would scab over, pain would fade, and the lessons I learned would stay with me, making me stronger and wiser going forward. Night fell, and the city lights came on. I went back inside and turned on the lights. Warm illumination instantly filled the ent

Everything is clean, just like him. I shake my head, walking into the bathroom, ready for a shower and sleep. I can’t let his choices and his mood interfere with my life. I can’t let anything like that dictate how I live my life. I have been distracted and not doing the job I set myself to do when I moved to New York, and that is something I need to do. I need to find the guy that killed my mother. The Reaper. No one really knows a lot about him, no one has ever seen his face and the people who probably have are way too deep in his life and in his trust, they would never speak, they would never betray him, fuck no one betrays him and stays alive to tell the tale.

I will find her there beneath the bones of her final breath. All the feels take away my breath, When funerals approach and force me to face death, I think of the heavens parting like glass, Hoping her last days have come at last, The grim reaper is a soul deliverer taking souls away, If he walks too far into the depths, the souls will try to stay, There lies a place between the living and the dead, That's where I want to meet her as I sleep in bed, In the land of half-asleep, I am half-awake,