Cool Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

"To protect them. I'm not willing to put my team's life on the line over a maybe someone stronger will show up. Death is a jealous master and a brutal one. Reapers can be replaced easily, There are always people dying with regrets." "What's your regret then?" Holly questioned. Krim chuckled a cruel humorless bark. "That's the thing. With this job, you don't get to remember your regrets or the life you once had. All of that is gone. There is only the job and the Master, and your team." "You don't remember your past life? How do you know it's not fake like mine is?" Holly demanded. "That you're not in some sort of experiment?" "The others have identical histories, and I've seen what happens to

“What the hell happened?” “I’ll explain later. Right now, I need you to listen.” “Are you hurt?” “I’m fine.” It was a lie. But it didn’t matter. Grim knew me well enough to recognize when I didn’t want to answer something. “You can’t expect me to sit here while Reaper has both of you.” “I do.” “What?” “Do nothing.” His voice hardened. “Cain, that’s not happening.” “Grim.” “No. You don’t get to call me from wherever the hell you are and tell me to sit on my hands while that bastard has you and Ava.”

I whispered to him as I backed up a little before once again charging toward the river. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ICW V2 V2" Today our guest is the Grim Reaper! So how does it feel to be labeled as the world's biggest wuss because your too afraid to go near anything blessed by Lexi or Luna or any other god that isn't Exinious or Helder?" GR"... A curse on all of you... death will surround all of you until the war starter is delivered back to the gods to receive judgment." With a cloud of smoke, Grim Reaper disappears. -----------------------------------------------------------------------

NYX’s POV “Salvador suuuucks!” Narin and I had barely stepped into the Rebel’s hideout when we were welcomed by the loud screech of a male banshee- or rather, a farshee- who was obviously fed up with Salvador Academy. I jumped, my hands covering my ears to block out his ear-splitting scream which shook the entire basement. The dude was lucky we were in an underground bunker. If he had pulled this off outside, the Westwood forest would have easily carried his cries to the ears of the guardians. That would lead him into some serious trouble.

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

"What are you trying to get him to evolve to?" "His constitution makes him a good fit to become a psychopomp." Aria explained to a confused Philip, "They're what movies call grim reapers. You guide people to their rightful place in the afterlife, and you get paid by the Netherrealm. Understand?" Philip's face turned pale. "I understand, but I don't think I'm cut out for that career. I don't have the guts, and it sounds dangerous." "True. I heard it's easy to get your soul sucked out if you're not careful," Aria replied seriously. "Though, I haven't actually seen a grim reaper."

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

It was a wooden scythe with a u-shaped moon. He’s a– “Grim reaper,” I mumbled. “You’re a grim reaper?” With wide eyes, I took two steps backward. “I sure am.” He grinned more seeing my reaction. I looked at him from head to toe. “You don’t look like one though. Grim reapers usually blend in with the mormians making it easy for them to catch evil spirits.” He gave me a stern look. “It’s because I’m born to stand out.” He stared back to the road and put his hands in his pockets. “Besides, no evil spirit can escape Grip,” he boastfully added.

You’ve got that right, she thought to herself. Piper moved, readjusting on her feet, and Ru continued to scroll down the page. One of the pictures caught her eye, and she stopped. The face she was looking at was male, but he was lovely—perhaps the most symmetrical she’d ever seen, with soft eyes and full lips. There was a haunted look behind his eyes, a sadness, and even though it was just a charcoal drawing, Ru couldn’t help but wonder if the artist had actually seen this face before; it looked so real. She began to read below the drawing. “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

Alex and the grim reaper took out their Glock 22 guns and began to shot the remaining mean until the reached the target car. Alex shot both the driver and the second guard on the front passenger seat as the grim reaper opened the passenger seat and pulled the leader out. “Mr Ravoli, a pleasure to meet you.” The grim reaper said smiling. “What do you want from me? Who are you?” Mr Ravoli said looking weak as his eyes begged for mercy. One thing the man on the ground didn’t know about the grim reaper is that she doesn’t grant mercy, that’s just not who she is.