Demon Reapers Novels & Stories

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

His arch enemy was hard to find. But a few years ago, he had found out who was his arch enemy. It was an organisation called The Demon Hunters. The Hunters was a large organization runned by humans who go around catching and killing demons. They strongly believed that demons harm the world and people. With their existence, humans can never have peace. They have a strong hatred towards demons and demons vice versa.

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.”

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

“You will stand across from me.” We all move into position. Each of my Kings represent with life or death. Levi is the King of Demons, and thus the underworld, so he represents death at its purest form. While Remiel is the King of the Angels, representing life at its purest form. Lucern is a strong necromancer, so he also represents death, but on a lesser level than Levi.

A deathless life without rest for all eternity until complete destruction. The deadmen which were the living demons residing in the Deadman land were the vampires, ghouls, witches, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. The deadmen were the most varied set of demons within the demon realm and the most dangerous due to how varied their abilities were as well. As for the undead, they were divided into three stages: Deathness, Deathless, and Deathlessness.

I scrubbed my hand over my face because I knew where she was going with this, but that did not mean that I had to appreciate or enjoy it. “Delmars. They’re a subspecies of demons who have the most potent seer-like abilities. If this creature is indeed part Delmar, then we definitely have a problem.” Ziyah nodded and gave me a gentle look. Chris and I exchanged a look as well because he knew just as much as I did about all of this. “Delmars can only be killed by an angel blade. It’s rumored that they’ve all disappeared over the centuries,” I explained to those who did not know about Delmars.

I contemplated telling her about angels and demons for a moment. "There's more. Anyone with golden eyes are reapers. Anyone with yellow, black, red or an unearthly glowing green or blue eyes are demons. There are also angels with blue or brown eyes too. Until you learn how to tell the difference I can point it out to you, or Adam will." "Did you just say angels and demons?" She looked even more confused. I nodded. "Yes reapers aren't the only supernatural entities that live around us." She looked concerned. "Are they dangerous?" I shrugged.

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.”

“Ah! Yes, the games, indeed Carldeath. I am aware that Rodeath will be the one to represent your Clan, or am I wrong? The being called Carldeath smiled calculatingly, nodding his head. “This is true, my master. The strongest and deadliest female demon from the underworld will be representing our Clan in the games.” “Moriah!” I was shocked to hear his voice calling Moriah. I slowly rose and responded, “Yes?” It was more of a question than an answer. I looked around at the demons with fear and doubt, they looked at me with resentment and contempt, and I turned my fearful gaze to Armaloth and ended with “Master.”