Cool Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

, my body feels too heavy *zzooommmm* Suddenly someone came out from behind, and it was carrying a Crescent Scythe as I see who it is, It is Grim Reaper! I bombarded him immediately of questions. “GRIM REAPER!!! why is my foot disappearing? it’s just 8 pm!!” “There is a huge chaos in the underworld and spirit world so I also do not know what is happening, all of us, GRIM REAPERS, are in the state of battle mode.”- Grim Reaper. unlike before he is more serious now

"Wait, you're only at the second stage of the True Martial Realm, so how could you kill Soul Snatcher? He's a third-stage practitioner!" "You don't appear to be sad about his death?" Caspian noticed Grim Reaper's behavior. Hearing that, Grim Reaper laughed. He took the scimitar behind him and answered Caspian, "Why should I feel sad? Since he's dead, the reward this time will be all mine. I can't even thank you enough! Your Highness, careful. I'm not at the same stage as Soul Snatcher. I'm comparable to your flourishing past — the fourth stage of the True Martial Realm!"

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

I had a brief vision that was blurred and completely incoherent. "I'm fucked, aren't I, I can't become a reaper and will die in my eighties, huh," I mumbled sadly with a slight buzz. I had drained two full glasses and I was sad drunk. I plopped next to Grim and a tear fell down my cheek. He looked at me and wiped it away. "Don't weep, I haven't exhausted all my tricks yet, besides some half reapers are immortal," he smirks. I leaned back into the couch cushions and passed out from my drunkenness.

This second life belongs to someone else. This second life doesn't allow me to spoil it and do anything I want. This second life has a purpose, a meaning and a desire to be much better than the first. But all this undead stuff was making me lose sight of my sanity. I could understand how crazy all of this would have sounded if I had told Katherine everything there was to tell. First off, there was the Death Reaper, who didn't look like the monster illustrated in pictures and movies. He actually seemed friendly and, as Krista called him, a "gorgeous dude", considering that he might be the servant of Hades, the Greek god of the underworld.

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!

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

He got ready to pay a visit to the company, bringing the plan along to let the employees put it into action. At the same time, over at Tom's place, a man in black with the mask of a grim reaper stood before Tom. "You're finally here, my friend!" The masked man was known as Reaper. Ranked ninth on the Shadow Ranking of the Hitman Guild, he was a formidable hitman who had never failed to take down a target. A year ago, Reaper had gotten injured during an assignment and fell unconscious on the road. Tom came across him and saved him. Thus, the two formed a friendship.

She did not understand why the man in front of her always said the same things to her. "Done," said the man as he rose from his position. "Take this, you need it more than I do," said the man as he handed the small bottle that was in his hand to Angel. The woman looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding? I have some antiseptic supplies at home." She sighed softly. "Rather than that, thanks for treating me, Kevin." The man sighed softly. "How many times have I told you? My name is Calvine, not Kevin." The man looks to protest.

Then the announcer’s voice boomed, thick with smoke and hype: “Ladies and gentlemen—tonight, a surprise! For the first time in five years, the pit is graced by our very own reaper. Put your hands together for the one, the only…GRIMM.” The entire place lost its mind. The sound shook the walls. Drake’s mouth fell open. “Grimm? What the fuck…” And then Rhett stepped out. He stripped off his leather jacket slow, until only his black shirt clung to his chest, muscles carved tight under the lights. Knuckle pads slid onto his hands, leather straps cinched across his wrists. His eyes never left Drake.