Ghost: Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

'Holiday Ohh, Holiday, and the best one of the years dozing off underneath my sheets, while I cover both my ears. But if I wait for that holiday, could it stop my fears? To go away on a summer's day, never seemed so clear.' ~ Vampier Weekend

She tried to fly but it didn't work, her feet did not even lift a bit. She kept on walking until she arrived at the ladder of Jacob, it is a long ladder that connects the heavenly kingdom and Underworld. She aimlessly walked backward. "Which way is my garden?" she asked herself because she is completely lost. Suddenly, she felt a hard object blocking her back. She turned around and found a mysterious guy with a blank face. She thought that, maybe, it is what they call a Grim reaper or the underworld's pet that is responsible for ferrying the souls of mortals to where they belong. The guy is wearing long black clothes and holds a sickle in his hand. His eyes speak nothing but a dull and empt

It also further elaborated that each of us has our version of the life hourglass, the flowing sands which represents the remaining time left we have in this world before we return it to them. What makes it more interesting is that mythical creatures are existing that make the world of life and death stable. Grim reapers are one of the most popular. They are also known as the angel of death or simply death. Few people also call them the "Grim of Death". For thousands of years, various cultures have had different figures to represent death. Some describe them usually as a creepy skeletal figure, who is often shrouded and covered in a dark, hooded robe and carrying a long scythe to “reap” human

Despite the pain she had experienced, her heart remained pure. Heading into another room, I poured myself a drink to calm my anger. The urge to avenge Flora's pain, to punish Cassie and Bryan, was strong. However, a part of me felt gratitude toward Bryan for rejecting Flora. It led her to me, allowing me to meet such a beautiful soul. I gazed out the open window as I sat, enjoying the moonlight and the cool breeze. Over the past six months, I discovered my unique power: I am the fabled Grim Reaper of Wolves. The legends speak of this figure emerging only once every thousand years, summoned to serve a special purpose by the moon goddess. I still recall the shock I felt when I first drew a wol

The Grim Reaper stood up, brushing off the dust from his shoulders. Before he could reply, there was a murmured discussion from below: "Should we kill him?" "But he's already dead; that's why he's in our Underworld, right?" "But that's not right. When he rushed out earlier, he was still a ghost. How could he have a physical body now hanging at the door?" "True, there's something fishy here." "Oh, stop worrying so much. Just throw him down to the eighteen layers of Hell."

I already figured that out on my own. “He is much nicer than the other one. The werewolf, Officer Stone.” I tell him. “Ah, yeah. Malachi Stone. People say that's his last name because he has a heart of stone. Me, personally, I just think he's just an asshole.” Grimm tells me, making me laugh. He smiles slightly. “I should intorduce myself. I'm Thanatos Grimm.” “Um, as in the-” I begin. “Yes, as in the Greek God of Death. I added the last name about three hundred years ago when they began to become popular. I went with Grim because in the 15th Century everyone began to call me the Grim Reaper.”

The aura coming from this creature is deadly, and I feel my body go numb at the sight of him. Now that it raises its hand, I finally spot the scythe in its hand, and my heart freezes in my chest as I feel my soul leave my body for seconds. If I am right, I have seen these creatures only in movies and also read about them. They are called the grim reapers. Do they really exist in reality? "Hold on... I must be hallucinating," I whisper as I drop the clothes on the floor and slap my cheeks to wake up from this nightmare, but when I open my eyes, he is nowhere to be found.

Alex grumbled and I hummed, "I'll appear before my father when the time is right." "What about Ginevra, how would she know?" He asked. "You don't worry your head about that one. She'll definitely find me." She was, after all, the smartest woman I had ever known. The Ghost will be dead by the break of dawn. The Ghost—Ricardo Sanchez will undergo a rebirth by the break of dawn. But even in my confidence, my heart still shuddered with questions. Would I truly be dead by the break of dawn, or would the universe be kind enough to grant me an opportunity at yet another life?

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

I whispered to him as I backed up a little before once again charging toward the river. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ICW V2 V2" Today our guest is the Grim Reaper! So how does it feel to be labeled as the world's biggest wuss because your too afraid to go near anything blessed by Lexi or Luna or any other god that isn't Exinious or Helder?" GR"... A curse on all of you... death will surround all of you until the war starter is delivered back to the gods to receive judgment." With a cloud of smoke, Grim Reaper disappears. -----------------------------------------------------------------------