Ghostly Reaper Novels & Stories

I calmly butted in which made Quinn look at my side. “These stacks of dead werewolves were made by hunters who also lost their loved ones,” I continued. I admit, seeing a lot of werewolves on that state shocked me. I even sympathized for a second, good thing is I dragged my feet back to where it belongs. “They are werewolves who paid for their sins,” Rendall said which made me and Quinn nod in an instant. I shook my head to remove the thought that lingered in my mind since we saw the dead creatures. I am here for the mission; I don’t have the time to doubt.

Asked Ria. "Who knows? Because there some unfinished business? She or he carrying a grudge? I do not know either. But what certain is that if one becomes a ghost because they died tragically and become a terrifying ghost…” Loren shrugged. Oh really? But the one that’s in the house, was far from scary. He even looked like an ordinary human. Handsome human. Except for the fact that the figure was transparent and could walked through the wall… Also inhale the aroma of food to eat…

“Maybe you don’t know who I am yet. Maybe you don’t care. But if you kill me, you won’t get rid of me completely.” His eyes narrowed. “I’ll haunt you,” I continued. “And so will Eli. His ghost will follow you everywhere. You won’t be able to sleep. You won’t be able to breathe without remembering what you did to your children.” Something changed in his posture. The gun slowly lowered. I stared at him. “Until the day you go completely mad,” I whispered. “Mad enough to put that same gun to your own damn head.” The room became deathly quiet. Reaper stared at me for a long moment. Then, slowly, he lowered the weapon completely.

The ghost that haunted my blood. Dante reached for a bottle of fruit wine, the witch’s favourite, and poured a glass for Mel. She took it, murmuring a thanks against the rim. “You might be strong, Elias, but I don’t suggest taking chances with that one,” Dante warned. “There’s a reason she’s known as the Reaper.” “You don’t have to tell me. I’m well aware of what she’s capable of.” I had first-hand experience.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” A man stepped forward just enough for her to see him — mid-thirties, hard face, wearing a black and silver cut. With the vest– Devil’s Sons. “Name’s Ghost,” he said quietly, keeping his distance. “We’ve been watching this war from the outside. King is getting too bold, too powerful. It’s bad for business. We want him gone.” Hazel’s pulse hammered. “What do you want from me?” Ghost kept his hands visible. “Inside information. Reaper’s plans. Timing on the next hit. In return, we extract you and your friend Lena. Clean IDs. Full protection far away from here. No more tracker. No more Reaper.”

My psychic ability must be heightened in this place because I instantly become aware of these three creatures, these… {reapers}. The first is Kera, the Spirit of Vengeance, responsible for conducting everyone who suffered a violent death. She’s a battle maiden in plate armor, with an ebony face and short, curly blonde hair. Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back.

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

Tyler uses his telepathy with Kyra. “Grim reaper.” The grim reaper turned, and everyone looked at Tyler. “Why?” Tyler asked. “Nothing.” Said Cael. They wondered why the grim reaper turned to Tyler, even though Tyler couldn’t see it. A grim reaper raised its scythe and, like a magnet, absorbed the ghost. The ghost fights hard so it will not be drunk by the invisible force. A grim reaper moved its scythe again and dropped its tip to the floor, making a strange sound. The ghost did nothing, so the scythe completely sucked it, and the grim reaper waved its hand, and the portal opened.

I drifted along behind him, floating like a restless ghost all the way to the hospital, until I found myself in Alice's ward. There she was, lying on the hospital bed, her face pale and pitiful, as though she were the very picture of tragedy. But looking at her only brought a fresh wave of agony as I thought of my own child—a child fully formed, yet never given the chance to see this world. I glared at Alice and Grayson with a rage so fierce it burned through my spectral being. In that moment, I wished I could transform into a vengeful spirit and drag these two wretched souls to the grave to accompany my child.

A sigh escaped my lips as I typed, deploring my feeble backbone. “Meet you out in five.” So I bundled up for the cold night, tiptoed all the way down the stairs and sneaked out the backdoor. He waited for me in the middle of the garden, keeping his distance from the Manor. Back to his black outfit, he reminded me of something I’d heard in many a ghost-hunting video: a shadow darker than the darkness around. That was Brandon Price under the stars, before the full moon rose above the woods. Not exactly an appealing figure to approach on that freezing dark night. The only pro was that he’d replaced his baseball hat with a beanie, which would allow me to see about an inch more of his shadowy fac