Books About Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

They stepped inside. Raven’s sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—titles in languages older than Arcadia Prime, bindings of shadow-leather and bone. Victoria moved with purpose, fingers trailing over volumes until she stopped before a thick tome bound in matte black hide that drank the light rather than reflected it. Silver script crawled across the cover like living veins: *Intricate Military Command of the Dead* *Advanced Studies in the Art of Necromantic Warfare* Raven reached up—standing on tiptoe—and pulled it free. The weight surprised her; this was no slim intermediate text. This was dense, heavy with diagrams of battlefield sigils, troop formations of the risen, rites for coordinating

“I said we are not the ones who killed them. Grim's mom was dead before you came; that is why she did not move when you tried to kill her.” I closed my eyes, shaking my head. This girl was definitely running mad. I snapped her neck myself. “Can you hear yourself? Theresa was dead, we know that, but Grim’s mom was still alive. I killed her myself.” She placed her index finger on my mouth, signaling me to shut up. She brought out a small journal from her pocket. “I saw this while cleaning, and I'm quite sure that this is Grim's mother's journal. I hid it when coming, she said, placing the book in my hand.