Demon Reaper Novels & Stories

Death conjured his scythe and started following the trail of bodies he was sure would lead him to Oliver. Oliver and two female grim were back-to-back. Oliver was holding a spear, summoning walls to stop any attacks. One of the female grim with short red hair was panting, clearly mana depleted. The other had short brown hair that was covered in blood. She was holding two curved swords and clearly shaking from blood loss. Oliver noticed Death and covered his team in a stone dome that he started to move. The demons were swarming around on the ground and air. The aerial ones tried firing a mix of lightning and fire at Death. He negated their magic with every swing of his scythe, causing them to

ZouMi looked pleased. "Why don't you give Gold Dem to yourself, so no one will mess with you?" Gold Dem, is a card which is given to the families by D, which are clean and not involved in any wrong matters. And no one in the business world, can act harshly on them. It's a card, that many upper families carry. It's not easy to catch hold on it, one need to be totally clear from all the illegal stuff. So, basically this Gold Dem is a protection from the harmful world, as long as they are in wings of D, no one will dare to touch their family. If one don't obey the rules set on the Gold Dem, first their whole family will be dragged down, and then there won't be any traces of that family in the w

"I imagine so. Which is not good." "Is he the Demon Dax mentioned he hated?" I ask. I want to believe that this man, Keo, who Oliver told me about, was some fictitious over-exaggeration of what a Demon is believed to be. "He is. He's not like most Demon's, killing without mercy, and on an impossibly large scale," Kastriv explains, confirming my worst fears. He is real. Kastriv himself has seen him in person. How horrifying. "He's a murderer?"

Emily asked as she slowly walks backwards, trying to get away from the mysterious entity. "I am Death. The commander of the reapers and the fourth horseman of the apocalypse." His voice sounds eerily deep. Emily's eyes widened. "Am I-" Emily couldn't utter the word. "Dead? Absolutely," Death continued. "I can't die. This can't be happening," Emily dropped on her knees. "Sorry but, there's nothing we can do about it," Death apologized. "I'm dreaming right? This is just a weird nightmare. I'll wake up later then I'll be okay." Emily tries to force a smile, convincing herself that everything is not real.

I quickly stood up and my suspicions were correct, there was no other demon in this place, but the reaper—or if he was a demon. I saw his body turn towards me. He carries a harvest that is bigger than his body. I never thought that I could face so many things, something like this that I'm not sure what it is. It could be a demon or death itself coming to me to take my life. Alessia Andromeda Condor. I am here, to take away your soul back to the depths of hell. I felt my chest explode from what I heard. It means only one thing. I am not facing a demon, but the messenger that is called death.

Landon asked. “Yes.” “How do we kill it?” Reede asked. “That’s where Dane comes in.” Dane dropped his duffel on the desk, distributing goggles and knives. “The demons can’t hide from the infrared goggles at night. These knives are not regular knives. Its blade is plated with an old sword wielded by a Nephilim.” “A half-angel?” Amelia asked in shock. “Wow. Have you met one?” “No. It was ages ago.” Dane turned to her. “Just like werewolves, they age slowly, five hundred years old and longer.”

He must have succumbed to his greed, allowing this demon to take over his body. “I’m not here to play games with you, demon.” I say, drawing my dagger from my belt so the demon can see it. “You’ve played with the hunters quite enough.” The demon seems unimpressed at first, but he takes one look at the sword in my hands, and his already pitch black eyes start to go wide with horror. “T-That dagger…” His voice becomes a whisper, and all his earlier cockiness seems to disappear instantly. “I-It’s you! The dark reaper!”

The six of them were formidable in battle as well. In fact, after consuming the souls of over 100 people, one of the revenants had had his eyes opened. Another eye had appeared out of nowhere on his brow. It was no ordinary eye. It showed that the revenant was elevated and was on its way to becoming a demon general. In the legends of Dramon, all the best demon generals had an eye on their brow. It was called the Demon Eye. It could see through three lifetimes and separate light and dark energy.

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.

Immediately, the hunter's body began to shiver not only because he was going to die at that moment but because of the darkness filled in her eyes and how unbearable it was at sight. She folded her fist tight, the hunter caught fire bursting in a twinkle of an eye. She discovered that the number of demons were reducing than that of the hunters, she had to do the other alternative to win this war by summoning all the dead soldiers. "Servants of the dead hear my call. Raise at my call and follow my beading." One by one they rose matching in a gathering form. They all knelt down awaiting for her orders. She smiled. "The war must be worn by the demons. Remember your oat to you king, it's time you