Ghost: Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

"I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it." Rainer stopped. His hands clenched at his sides, then slowly released. "I didn't want it to go like this. I didn't want any of this. But you left me no fucking choice. You always pick the thing that lets you sleep. The one that costs someone else instead of you." Jose grabbed the edge of the table. The metal was cold under his fingers. Alive. Elias was alive. The brother he had quietly stopped letting himself think about because the grief was more manageable than the guilt. The one he had failed long before any grave w

" The samples… I had found them through countless observations, nearly exhausting myself in the process, and now they wanted to take even that from me. A surge of fierce unwillingness rose in my chest. Dragging my nearly frozen body upright, I stood again. The axe was still at my side. I grabbed it and staggered back to where the pipeline had cracked earlier. The flames of revenge burned fiercely in my heart. 'Zachary… Luna… 'You two want to use my life in exchange for her permanent position, right? 'Then let me make sure that you get a permanent assignment… in hell!' Crash! Crash!

"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."

Lucifer said, smirking at his friend. Grimm walked out, mumbling under his breath. He knew Lucifer really wanted these three souls, but for what? He wasn’t entirely sure about the reason, but when his friend gave him a job, he had to do it. He didn’t want him to contact any of the other reapers that was around. That’ll fuck up his reputation and his relationship with the Lord of the Underworld. “Grimm?” He turned and seen his best friend’s ex-wife, Lilith, coming towards him. “How are you?”

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 .

A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache. Years passed. I lived as a reaper. Cold. Efficient. Detached. I watched lives end and guided souls to their fates. One gloomy afternoon, I saw my mother's name written in the Death Note. I didn’t flinch.No fear. No sadness. Nothing.... Maybe it’s because I’m no longer human— Just a cold-blooded shell of what I used to be. I reaped my mother’s soul with steady hands. No tears, no hesitation. When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos.

Adam lamented. “I’m just wondering if maybe we should get him inside and bolt the door. This might not be the safest place for him after all. She’s getting a might closer and some of those zombie spirits look like they’re coming back to life in a not too friendly way.” He studied the spirits who were once so animated but were now acting dazed and confused. A few of them were losing that dazed look. It was being replaced by one of intelligence and… Anger? Hate? He couldn’t tell.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

Carriers. My eyes moved unwillingly across the list. Carly Blackwater. Darren Moore. Samuel Louis. Lucas Vance. Ethan Blackwater. Everything inside me stopped. My wolf froze with me. A cold pressure filled my lungs, thick and tight. The idea of death had shadowed me before, but this was different. This was death waiting inside me with patience, a silent thing breathing with my breath. “I am on the list,” I said. The words were too small for what they meant.

That was the last memory I carried into death. Then came the darkness. A tall man dressed in black stood before me, a hood covering his face. Only shadows where his features should be. “Poor thing,” his voice rumbled — deep, echoing, almost gentle. “Who are you?” I whispered. “The Grim Reaper,” he said. “And you, Kaya Macherson, are in the land of the dead. But your story isn’t over yet.” My breath caught. “I’m giving you a second chance — five months,” he continued. “Avoid your death, make Damon Moretti fall in love with you, and uncover the one who killed you. Fail… and you’ll vanish forever.”