Ghost: Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

said Lycus Lewis agreeing with Vladimir's proposal. Along with Vladimir and his small group of Green Sorcerers, Lycus Lewis went around on patrol, making sure the Grim Reapers weren't anywhere near them. However, according to Vladimir's words, the aura of the Grim Reaper's existence had completely disappeared. So, after three checks, Lycus Lewis believed that the Grim Reapers really weren't there and left them.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

The headless corpses soon collapsed on the ground, blood and bubbles gurgling out of the severed arteries. At the same time, a black vortex appeared in Caleb's palm, absorbing the bodies with the pull of gravity itself. It was an opening the Coffin of the Gods opened to absorb corpses and refine them. "Teehee! Keep killing… Kill even more, kid! Absorb their essence and plunder their Reiki, which will in turn nurture your body so that you grow even more rapidly!"

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

Azrael is titled the Angel of Death and Grim Reaper, an entity responsible for transporting souls to the afterlife with records of the deceased. Humans describe this religious figure as a skeleton covered with a black robe and welding a scythe, and it fears all who don't want to die. But seeing Jippies, he doesn't seem scary or all bones. Humans probably think he's the way he was used to remembering when they die; the Grim Reaper is there to take your soul away. "A..Azrael?" I hear Alvin whisper. I looked over at him, his body was quivering, and his face was white.

"Wait, you're only at the second stage of the True Martial Realm, so how could you kill Soul Snatcher? He's a third-stage practitioner!" "You don't appear to be sad about his death?" Caspian noticed Grim Reaper's behavior. Hearing that, Grim Reaper laughed. He took the scimitar behind him and answered Caspian, "Why should I feel sad? Since he's dead, the reward this time will be all mine. I can't even thank you enough! Your Highness, careful. I'm not at the same stage as Soul Snatcher. I'm comparable to your flourishing past — the fourth stage of the True Martial Realm!"

That question was the last thing Nocturne had ever expected to hear from Leo. In all his imagined scenarios for how their dating life would eventually go, he had never expected his biggest secret to be exposed. There was no other way out than to be honest. “Grim Reaper is more of a human term,” he replied simply. “I will not lie to you anymore. I am the ruler of the underworld and my job is to collect the souls of the dead. Does that answer your question?”

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.

I nodded my head. "True. You are dead. And immortal. A spirit. But you don't belong here anymore. Not in earth. Not in this world. You are a spirit, or a missing soul like the Grim Reaper's like to call it. At one point they will come looking for you, trying to take you, no, chase you to the afterlife. And you won't be able to run from them forever. Our Grim Reaper brother here knows your name already. He will spread the word." Alex looked furious but I knew he understood everything I said. I only remained calm.