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.

“You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.” In a flash, the Reaper closed the distance. One cold hand touched Clark’s chest. Clark gasped. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. His body jerked once—twice—and then fell to the floor, lifeless. Silence. The Reaper turned to me. Blood rushed in my ears, too loud to hear whatever he said—if he said anything at all. My body gave in to the darkness. And I collapsed. Cullen’s POV The man’s body dropped like a stone. Soul ripped. Breath silenced.

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—"

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.

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.