Demon Reaper Novels & Stories

Caleb whispered and I shrugged. "He is no angel. He's a bloodsucking demon, with only one purpose on this earth. To destroy us." The old woman stated vehemently. So much for whispering,huh. "Why do you call him the reaper?" I asked, genuinely interested in the story for the first time.

This was not the plan, but he had taken everything from her and the temptation was too great. “Do you want this earth enough to die for it demon?” she shouted out. She raised the bow and it creaked beneath the tension of the arrow. Only a demon could kill a demon, but Lucius was confident that an arrow coated in the blood of a vampire and unleashed by a descendant of the strigoi might just be enough to take the Reapers down. She let go and the arrow peeled through the air hitting Melloch in the sternum. “You cannot kill me,” he shouted as the arrow lodged between the bones in his chest. “I am Melloch, Gatekeeper of Hell and guardian of the fifth realm.”

I looked between his eyes, watching the black flicker to brown in and out until his beast won, the black consuming the orbs entirely, leaving no white. “You… the gods cursed you? You’re not D…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say. He wasn’t Death? He wasn’t a God? It all sounded so ridiculous now that I was about to vocalize it to his face. “I may not be a mortal, but I’m not a God.” He chuckled darkly. “Then what are you?” I asked, terrified to hear the answer. “A reaper.” He whispered, and my blood turned to ice.

The demon saw the shadow of the reaper himself waiting patiently to claim their souls for the afterlife. There was once an unspoken war all in an effort to kill him but the gods failed and were nearly wiped out if it wasn't for Faith's intervention. In turn, the surviving gods made an ancient law known across creation to never anger or steal from the Demon of all realms shall suffer ruination. The reaper immediately left knowing that the Demon was watching him, not even death himself would dare to suffer his wrath. With the reaper gone, The demon looked to his left seeing Aisha the mage adept and to her side is her sister by name and best friend Yuuno the Priestess.

Taking my shirt off partially, I jabbed my nails into the top of my spine, pulling out my sword, Slayer Rhakis and summoned the portal to edge of The Demon Realm. Stepping inside, my senses were clear, smelling the first wave of demons a few miles away into hell. I waited patiently, pacing back and fourth and focusing my ears on Hunnie and Kris as I leaned against the cold and icy, black flesh of a pillar. The Realm's bridge was as wide and long as a football field and made up of squirming flesh. All around the bridge was pitch black, the only light coming from the glowing floor of flesh under my feet and the demons portal from Hell.

, he said and he quickly turned off his phone. My tears still streaming down my face. I wiped it with the back of my palm. I took my laptop inside my bag. I put it on my study table near the window. I rolled up the blinds just to exposed my room to the brightness of the sunrays. I sat and begun to type and browse about the vampire thing. I type the words Demon hunter and when I clicked the enter the same name appeared on the laptop screen. " Alexis Demitri ". I click the name and I saw his biography. He's the only one who's in a young age of ten, caught and killed a wild boar in their town. He's known to be one of the demon hunter who's still active and available anytime. He's father is Vict

Yet this man seems on fazed. "If your sister isn't dead by now, then she's definitely fine. The demon alpha doesn't keep an enemy. He kills them immediately. He doesn't wait even for a second. Just tell me the reason you want to meet with me. I don't have time to beat around the bush boy" he growled at me

The demon came at him with dozens of replications of himself surrounding Damonq. The ancient ducked low and went under the wall of Kaisers, somersaulted and came up behind the one he was certain was the real flesh-and-blood demon. He’d chosen that one simply because, just once, the eyes shifted toward Afanasiv. It was a small thing, but it was telling. He caught the head between his hands before the demon could spin around, wrenched with his enormous strength, snapping the neck bones and tossing the body to one side. Leon waved his hand at the replicas, giving them a kind of life. Each of the bodies, and there were a dozen, turned to face Damonq.

He said. It was making sense. She did see that the creature almost defeated the guy. They had him pinned to the ground and for a second, she had believed that she had won. But that was before he pulled a stunt and ran at the speed of light. Lin knew that werewolves were fast but ever that fast. The only creatures that were that fast were vampires and demons. So maybe The Reaper was a demon? But he had a wolf! So if he was a demon or a vampire, that meant that he had to be a hybrid.

The ghost that haunted my blood. Dante reached for a bottle of fruit wine, the witch’s favourite, and poured a glass for Mel. She took it, murmuring a thanks against the rim. “You might be strong, Elias, but I don’t suggest taking chances with that one,” Dante warned. “There’s a reason she’s known as the Reaper.” “You don’t have to tell me. I’m well aware of what she’s capable of.” I had first-hand experience.