Books About Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

“Thanatos, Death incarnate. One of many demons who walk the Earth searching for souls to collect. Otherwise known as The Grim Reaper. There are many who fill this role but none so well-suited as the son of Azrael.” “The son of Azrael?” Ru repeated. Of course, the words “Grim Reaper” had also stood out to her. Living in a town named Reaper’s Hollow, they were all well aware of the legend of the man with the black cloak and the scythe, but Thanatos looked nothing like the bony depictions she’d seen in every other picture of The Grim Reaper she’d ever seen.

I move through the bowels of the Underworld trading network tunnels as a shadow beneath one of the less than savory areas of the city above, blending into the dark castings of rundown buildings. The stench is one of filth, decay, sewage, blood, and grime. Nothing less than nefarious ever happens in this hidden world full of crime and death. This is the place where the scum of the world is disposed of and forgotten, not nearly suitable enough to be welcomed amongst “regular” civilization, noble lords and ladies, and royalty in the cities above. This is societies’ answer for punishing those who commit crime above, a phase worse than death, a literal hell. Guards posture at entrances within eac

Sweat trickles from my forehead down to my neck, my eyes turn dry when I open them so widely as I watch the horrifying figure walk towards us. I grab Daniella’s arm and pull her close, nervously I whisper in her ear——expressionless skeletal face, long hooded cloak, gigantic scythe, “I-isn’t that the Grim Reaper!?” “Um-hmm.” calmly Daniella nods, it seems like she has some ideas about this figure too. Everybody knows who a Grim Reaper is, if someone doesn’t know about him, he collects souls! He is a personified force of death!

She utters after she gulps down some water, and I just nod my head for her to go ahead, not that she would listen to me even if I say that I don't want to listen to her story, anyway. "That's my baby. You will love it, and I promise..." She pauses and wipes her mouth with the napkin on the table before she reclines on the chair, and I know that I'm in for a long talk this morning. "It's actually a book about grim reapers..." My heart wavers fearfully once I hear that name, but I try not to panic. "It's just a story, don't be scared," I assure myself as I gulp down nothing nervously.

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

The thought of abandoning him has in fact entered my mind. {There is nothing we can do,} Septimus sends back faintly. {The moment we crossed over to the mortal realm, we passed a point of no return. In the abattoir, everyone is bound to get eaten, even wolves in sheep’s clothing.} {Fight them! You’re the Grim Reaper for Christ’s sake. Show them who you are!} {It is over. I have already lingered too long on this side. Listen, Wampus, there is something I need to tell you before it is too late.}

She kind of looked like a demon. Carefully as not to startle her, he settled on the opposite side of their table and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?" The books she stacked on the table caught his attention. "'The Expanded History of Death'," he read the titles aloud, "'Funerals through the Ages'. 'Life after Death: the Existence of the Afterlife'. 'Creatures of the Night'. Are you trying to know more about Hellborns and the Underworld?" Calix was a lot of things, but unfortunately, he wasn't thick, Kat lamented. "Yes."

I came here too late. “What year are we in?” I asked the surprised Grim reaper who didn't dare look at my face as I had exposed his identity. “Twenty seventy.” he said. I sighed, “Do you happen to have Kelly Nelson's card?” The grim reaper glanced at me for a moment before focusing on the road, “No but I bet another reaper has it.” I nodded and froze when the grim reaper pulled over in front of a flower shop, “It would be cool to give the living flowers before their death.”

My eyes scanned the walls, searching for any hidden symbols, secret passages, or subtle anomalies that might reveal a clue. I trailed behind various Necromancers, following them on a whim, hoping that their daily routines might lead me to something significant. It was a simple task for me to remain inconspicuous, a skill honed from years of being a Reaver, a creature that inspired fear and revulsion in the Necromancers. They avoided me, and I used that to my advantage, moving unseen and unheard through the castle's depths.

Inside were the documented slaughters and syndicates tied to the Grim Reaper over the last three years. "Even the big three lords of the underworld—the Reaper, the Zmeya Empire, and the Crimson Syndicate—don't get this much attention on themselves," the chief stated, his finger slamming onto the gory crime scene photos. "No one knows who the leader of Zmeya is. No one has ever seen the face of the Crimson Syndicate's head. But everyone knows Riven Rykerthrone is the leader of the Black Reapers, and the fact that he is still walking around freely is an absolute insult to this badge." I stared at the files, my heart hammering against my ribs.