Books About Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

I pulled away from Ambrosia for a moment and just looked back at her. “Us Reavers, the four High Priests, myself and my brothers, we are immortal in every sense of the word. We can't be killed, can't die naturally. So far, there has been nothing that can kill us in all the millennia’s we have been here... That offers a very long and lonely life watching those you love pass, when you know you will never... Regular Reavers will not die naturally, but there are things that can kill them. For instance, The Darkness that Raphael and Rayne battled recently with. The Darkness actually killed Rayne, and The Shadows brought her back. I wasn’t personally there, but I have heard Raphael tell the story.

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

I tried to appear unfazed by their actions, but the reality of what lay ahead of me had me shaking in my boots. A certain vampire saw me coming and bared its fangs at me, I cowered frightfully, and he burst into mocking laughter. I pulled the book Narek had given me to my chest and focused on the task at hand, shoving other thoughts aside. We got to the assembly, and Narek walked to where the other teachers were sitting. He settled on one of the chairs and forced me to stand beside him, still holding onto the book. Everyone was in their mythical forms, the witches, vampires, Werewolves, Fairies, gods and demigods were all present in the teacher's corner.

Even if you die, everyone would just hold a grudge against you for bringing the samples with you. "If you beg, Zachary and I might feel generous enough to go collect your corpse." My silence only earned sharper mockery. Zachary spoke coldly, "Before you die, remember to put those samples back into the car. Luna still needs them for her merit, you know? "Besides, if you hold it while you die, who knows what bad karma it's going to bring for a pregnant woman like her?" The samples… I had found them through countless observations, nearly exhausting myself in the process, and now they wanted to take even that from me.

No, there is no such thing as a coincidence. Ahn Hana stares hard at the books in her hands. The title is the same, but the editions are different. She opens the older edition and flips the pages. The book is a dark fairytale about a man followed the grim reaper who took his lover’s soul after her death. While the man was on the journey, the man’s soul was tainted by the darkness. He couldn’t follow the woman. Finally, he met the devil who asked him whether he would let his woman go with the grim reaper and let her reach salvation or take his help and bring the woman down to the darkness along with him. The man called her love’s name until she turned back from the light and took his hand aga

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

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.” Silas Grimm. He was... eerily mesmerizing. His skin shimmered faintly in the dim light—like smoke trapped under glass. Veins lit up in eerie blue pulses beneath his sleeves. His eyes were pale, almost white, but not lifeless. They glowed. Watching me like he’d already carved my expiration date into a tombstone. He didn’t blink. I shifted, spine tightening.

That question was the last thing Nocturne had ever expected to hear from Leo. In all his imagined scenarios for how their dating life would eventually go, he had never expected his biggest secret to be exposed. There was no other way out than to be honest. “Grim Reaper is more of a human term,” he replied simply. “I will not lie to you anymore. I am the ruler of the underworld and my job is to collect the souls of the dead. Does that answer your question?”

Lucifer said, smirking at his friend. Grimm walked out, mumbling under his breath. He knew Lucifer really wanted these three souls, but for what? He wasn’t entirely sure about the reason, but when his friend gave him a job, he had to do it. He didn’t want him to contact any of the other reapers that was around. That’ll fuck up his reputation and his relationship with the Lord of the Underworld. “Grimm?” He turned and seen his best friend’s ex-wife, Lilith, coming towards him. “How are you?”

On the way, Will kept asking me questions such as my first experience in hunting, what the other demons looked like, and if I have seen grim reapers. On that topic, I shared my first impression of grim reapers. "Yes. They looked like normal humans except they have strong auras different from living beings. If you see a normal living person but feel oppressed when near him, that person is likely a grim reaper." "Do they really catch us? Why?" "From what I heard, the grim reaper's job is to capture us to 'complete the process of death'. I am not sure about it. But hearing the howling screams from their black umbrellas, I felt that this said process was quite painful."