Demon Reaper Novels & Stories

*** Valor stood in a rotten wooden house, in his hands were yellowed sheets of paper with strange and monstrous drawings. Standing beside Valor was a man dressed in black, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice “They are called Demon.S, a demon slaying organization that has been expanding rapidly in recent years. The reason they were able to grow like that was that they had a special medicine in their hands. With that potion, controlling or killing a vampire is too simple.” “Even vampires of royal blood?” Valor asked “That, I don't know ... It's been a long time since a descendant of the royal family appeared."

On the other hand, lower demons always had a ravenous appetite. That was how they replenished their strength. “Are you coming?” “Give me ten minutes.” In the meantime, I took a walk across the clearing and took a handkerchief out of my pocket, drenching it in the blood of the scarred templar. I’ll summon you later, and we’ll have a talk. The road back took just twenty minutes. Naturally, nobody had noticed my absence. I put all my trophies together with the demon’s remains and lay down on my bedroll.

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

He glared at me. "I'm sorry what? You look human to me. You act human, you eat like a human. What the hell kind of drugs are you taking?" He looked dead serious. Was it was a mental illness? I had heard of people like this before. "It's not a mental illness." He practically growled. Had he just read my thoughts? "Fine. Say I believe you. If you're not human what are you?" "I'm a reaper." A What? Like the grim reaper? He nodded. "I'm not the only one though, there are hundreds of us. My father and brothers are all reapers. My mother was a demon though." Wait what?

"Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon." Death demons were the fucking apocalypse, killing everything in their wake. Before the realm fell, death demons went to war among themselves. Some believe it was their war that killed the demon world. Thankfully, few remained. "All true. The legends of the Grim Reaper originated from death demons. In the old times they would perform mass reaping's and their main weapon is a scythe." She visibly shuddered. If that bothered her then what did she think of him? At least death demons had some sort of purpose. He killed for the pure enjoyment of it.

girl:- do you want to share news, I heard your father is dead, I feel bad, even if you wanted to kill him, he also looks at me with bad intention demon:- I was the reason he died, I killed him, I thought my emptiness would disappear but it's only getting worst day by day, I wanted to kill myself. girl:- I know I can not help, you have everything, nothing can I offer, but I still want you to live. demon:- I am trying, I want my death would be grand, and benefited the world. girl:- don't tell me you are going be soldiers and die for your country.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

My eyes glowed intensely and a large orb of swirling dark energy slowly formed on my palms, "Deus Ex Mortem, heed my call. To bring forth destruction to this world's damned souls!" "Oblivio!" I screamed and the orb of dark energy discharged towards the group of demon sorcerers. A large explosion occurs reducing the demons into embers of dust and ashes. Through that feat, the Demons shrieked in horror once more. "He's an abomination!" One of them screamed. "Well, I had no reason to suspect that…." I tightly gripped my Short Sword once again and decidedly attacked the General for the second time. I need to make sure this one would connect.

He responded. "I don't understand." I was confused about what his intentions were. "Fiona, I'm a reaper. I collect souls and then I deliver them to my boss." All his explanations did was make me feel like he had lost his damn mind. "I had to kill the others to fill my quota." "And who's your boss?" I asked. I wanted to see what kind of bullshit answer he had. "A demon. You'll meet if you accept my offer." He answered. "Doing this on my own can be a little tough, I could use some help. Become my partner, you can live forever."

“Are you sure he is not watching us right now?” “He is not,” I said, although it felt wrong somehow to be so sure about it. Because, what if he was watching us? Demian could be anywhere. He could walk alongside you without you knowing anything about it. You could not hear him. Demian walked silently. Sometimes it was like he did not even breathe. It was creepy, but also admirable. He was like a ghost. That was why he was called the Grim Reaper. You could not hear the grim reaper. The grim reaper left death in his awake, just like Demian did. Demian killed and stalked and killed. That was his job. And he did that very well. “We should not meet so often,” Rose said. “I don’t trust Demian. He i