Books About Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

Krim's words were soft as if they weren't exactly meant for her. He must have known her next question because he gave a bone-weary sigh. "Once they start to remember their life, they get to relive their death and all the regrets that came with it. It's an endless cycle that drives them insane." Holly put a hand over her mouth. "They can't break free?" "I've never seen a reaper break free," Krim closed his eyes. "And believe it or not, I've seen many reapers come through. Please, don't ask any more about that. I can't risk remembering, please understand."

Anita called Andrea's attention and questioned her, " I told you about this earlier. Are you able to find out who is behind it? And what is that creature? The two times I have encountered it, I realized it just want my soul." Andrea took out her wand and waved it. Her eyes flickered, but she shook her head negatively. " I haven't gotten the culprit. But you have to take me to Crescent Fierce Moon Pack, maybe I can find out who is really behind it once I get to that room. And about the creature, it's a grim reaper. They are creatures that collect souls from the dead or people that are close to dying. They help those collected souls to cross to the aimed place ,or to the forgotten realm, or re

Even though I can’t feel it, I think what’s important is that I can see her. I’m so confused, I love you so much and I don’t want you to forget everything but at the same time as you remember me, it also coincides with the pain that I am gone. ----- Grim Reaper’s POV He died too early, not because God wants him to be dead already, but because he was the one who shared the death that should belong to the woman with him. If his soul was not so desperate to save that woman maybe he is alive now and the woman is dead

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

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 flames around it, and most of all a huge black yet stunning wings, sometimes you found it creepy but his wings were unique compared to what we commonly imagine, it’s maybe dark and scary but some of them found it beautiful, lastly, there were always some black butterflies flying around him, they were the souls who were punished because of their sin that cannot be forgiven, and as punishment, they were

She could feel herself being swiftly drained. “Mane Harbinger, beseeches the great Grim Reaper to spare her. For she is but an insignificant soul compared to the great collection of the Grim Reaper himself.” “Oh? Smart boy”

Jilin lifted her hand from the folder and placed it on top of mine. But I withdrew from her. I pulled away from Reese too, crossed my arms over my chest and stared at this folder. "You're still alive." I felt the old pain that threatened to tear my heart apart. Even today, in my dreams, I kept hearing my parents' screams. I saw how they had torn them, how the blood flowed and how the light of life had disappeared from their eyes. "Yes, and you have to go to Historia." Very slowly I raised my eyes to her face. "What do you expect from me now?"

"Wait! Mr. Grim Reaper, can you teach me how to go back to the heavenly kingdom? You see, I am lost." "I have no time for a fae like you. I need to go to mortals, do not disturb me. I am on duty," he replied coldly. "I have no pixie dust. I can't stay here forever." He just glanced at her, and nothing much changed in his facial expression. He walked past her, but the face was too persistent. She grabbed his hand only to let it go because she got burnt. "If you don't want to perish, do not touch me. I am a Grim reaper, and we are not allowed to talk. You are a fairy, and you belong to the heavenly kingdom."

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.”

He always stared, taking his eyes off and placing them somewhere else when I turn to him. He was addicting to be with in more ways than one. I still remember the rage I'd felt when that knife had gone at him. The pure unadulterated push to kill. To tear to pieces. From the ancient books Father kept in the library before he passed, the gryms were explained as creature who went on quests, messengers. And gryms weren't usually murderous. There was something off about these ones. Sighing, I let the last paperwork fall from my hand into the heap. Beads of sweat coated the surface of my chest, down to the biceps on my arms.