Ghostly Reaper Novels & Stories

Their veins were brittle, and their internal organs were being consumed by a cold, lightless rot that mirrored the very scythes they carried. The ground suddenly groaned as a massive obsidian platform descended from the indigo cliffs. Standing at the center was a figure who looked like a dark mirror of my husband. He was taller than the other Reapers: his skin a translucent graphite black that pulsed with a sickly grey fire. This was Malakor: the Reaper King. He held a scythe of pure compressed void that hummed with a frequency so low it made my teeth ache.

, my body feels too heavy *zzooommmm* Suddenly someone came out from behind, and it was carrying a Crescent Scythe as I see who it is, It is Grim Reaper! I bombarded him immediately of questions. “GRIM REAPER!!! why is my foot disappearing? it’s just 8 pm!!” “There is a huge chaos in the underworld and spirit world so I also do not know what is happening, all of us, GRIM REAPERS, are in the state of battle mode.”- Grim Reaper. unlike before he is more serious now

The shadows trembled and thinned, like something vast was pressing against them from the outside. The reaper’s head whipped toward Avery, fury blazing in those pale eyes. “Idiot. You lost him. Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” A low sound echoed through the Veil. Not a human sound. A growl, wet and hollow, like teeth grinding in an empty skull. Avery’s stomach dropped. “What was that?” The reaper raised their scythe, face grim. “That,” they said, “is what comes hunting lost souls.”

Now he was coming, the thought made her shudder with trepidation. It was rare for there to be any problems with prerogatives, and even in the event that there were, reapers were equipped to deal with them on their own. In the rare cases that problems occurred; it was usually just some soul refusing to move on and deciding to haunt the living. Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts.

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.”

Good, that thing is badass, but I also didn’t like it in my chest. “The Five do enjoy showing off their power. Tell me, Little Reaper, did you come here so you could rid the academy of the spirit that haunted it, or was that just a happy discovery when you came to study music?” I inquire. She doesn’t answer. Instead, she chews her bottom lip and looks away from me. “You came here for the spirit. I hate to disappoint you, but you can’t reap my soul as I’m technically alive. I give you points for trying, though. However, since you came here for spirits, you might be able to help me with something.” “First, you tell me how the hell you are a half-ghost. That’s not even supposed to be possible.

He almost whispered. The werewolf suddenly realized his grave error. “Please forgive me—” “You failure!” Ghost snarled and flicked his hand. A curved, shiny and metal instrument of death flew out of his hand and straight into the werewolf’s neck with a wet chunk. Watery choke sounds filled the room, acting as a gruesome background music to Ghost’s toe-curling voice as he yelled to the guards standing in the shadows. “Spread the word far and wide, Rhea Damon is now at the top of my wanted list. Anyone who brings her back to me, dead or alive will receive my honored reward!”

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 .

she mumbles softly cleaning off the tears cascading down her cheeks. "I don't remember doing anything to you. If it's about our night together then I'm sorry. It was never meant to happen. I lost control and even apologized before you suddenly disappeared." The female whirls and stares intently at him. "You told your friends to rape and murder me." "Me? You're a ghost?" He asks at once shivering. "Yes, I'm a ghost. And I'm here to kill you cause you are the only one remaining." "But I didn't do such. Please believe me."

Yes, I'm dead and hallucinating before whatever it is decides where I go next. The nurse's voice grips my attention again. "Oh, the Scaler. That's the creature that reminds you of the last thing you heard before you died until it's sure your soul is pure. If you've committed many crimes during your mortal life, he will torture you until he is satisfied, but you'll never enter the afterlife. Instead, your soul will enter another body with no memories, and the cycle will start all over again. Since your soul was pure, he set you free and even gave you the chance to fight for your life. That doesn't happen. But maybe..." Her eyes search the room. Something's off with her sudden chance- she's no