Cool Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

“I'm Death, understand? You should be terrified.” “Well, you'd be more threatening if you actually acted like the Grim Reaper. You know: solemn, mysterious, reserved,” I pointed out, watching his halo diminish as his anger cooled to angst. “What, like a simpering ass, prancing about in my robe of darkness? 'Woe is me! I, alone in the universe, am granted the most despised task,'” he lamented, striking a tragic pose. “'Loved by none, I wander wretchedly through the world!-”

She didn't expect that lowly grim Reaper to get the attention of the lord god's soul fragments, at the end she got seriously injured. "Looking at you, The first Trial is a failure?" S voice sounded in the room as She turbed and looked at the person. "Are you here to mock me?" She glared at him coldly but the god of War only chuckled. "I always told you not to underestimate her, She might be something much more than we think" He laughed at Goddess of Light ignorance. "Isn't it just a lowly grim Reaper, What's so special about her!" She turned her palm into a fist and refused to give up.

There was something in the presence of him that made everyone around him seem diminished, uneasy. I should have looked away. I knew that. But I couldn't. Something I couldn't name, a pull held me in place, my gaze fixed on him. Even from this distance, I could feel the cold, hard aura around him. Broad shoulders beneath a dark coat, the fabric stretched taut over his chest. The light traced the contours of his face—sharp, handsome. Godness, how could I use such words to describe The Reaper? Darius spread his arms wide. "Alpha Kael. Welcome. My pack is honored beyond—"

As expected, it takes a lot of explaining to make him understand why a human female is attracted to the hero and not the villain. To fulfill my other duties as Wampus Cat reaper, I’m taught to stand in the middle of the office and access the control console, also known as Hell’s Helm, which rises from the floor on demand like Septimus’s ash tray. Via Hell’s Helm, I’m able to mentally project myself {into} the screens. As it turns out, reapers never really appear in flesh and blood in the human realm. In fact, extended stays on the surface world is fatal to us.

A goon lunged, his blade flashing, but I caught his wrist, snapping it, his scream cut short as I drove my knife into his gut, twisting until he stilled. “Burn it,” I growled, my voice low, my men torching crates of cocaine, flames licking the walls. One of Salazar’s lieutenants, a wiry bastard named Rico, begged on his knees, his hands raised. “Please, Reaper, I didn’t—” I shot him between the eyes, blood pooling, my boots stepping over his corpse. My men flinched, their glances uneasy, but I didn’t care. This was me now—cold, merciless, the devil they’d forgotten.

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?”

So I simply struggled, wondering what my family was doing. "I will fucking kill you," he yelled in my face. But suddenly, I watched as the sorrow morphed into something far more chilling. Beta Reiner grinned. His lips lifted in a crazed smile that made my blood run cold. "I will fucking kill you," he said again. He was attacking me out of grief, but he was using it as an excuse to finally be rid of me. He was the Silent Reaper, it finally dawned on me what Aurora had said. The man that was strangling me now was truly a killer, an assassin. The edges of my vision began to darken, and I felt my body go numb. Finally, his weight was lifted off me and air painfully filled my deprived lungs.

I snarl at him. His eyes sweep over me to the rest. They’ve all stood up in guard, but that doesn’t seem to faze him at all. One thing that makes Reaper really dangerous is the fact that he was maniac. Sure, I am cold, but Reaper takes that to a whole new level. He is a sociopath and a psychopath, all wrapped in a pretty ugly and deadly bow. “I’m here to see, Ava. Why else do you think I would be here? To see your sorry ass?” he asks with a devious smirk.

As for the 7th and 8th Skies, their fate had already been decided; their lifeless corpses served as nutrition for the earth. “Hello Reaper,” Mane’s dull eyes gazed upon the giant standing before him. He was back to his old self. The muscles and inches he had gained in the Dreamscape were not reflected in his frame. For he looked like the childishly handsome Mane that had been thrust into this universe some years ago. “You don’t seem very surprised to see me,” the Grim Reaper, a being that kept a leash on the Watchers, possessed an aura that was difficult to stand against. Under normal circumstances, Mane would have been struggling to handle the pressure of this absolute being; but these were

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.”