Ghostly Reaper Novels & Stories

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

The reapers extended its finger apart with its plam facing the floor. In less than a minut, several jagged pillars ruby quarts sported infront of us. “Red, what are you doing?,” Daryl asked Adrian. “That wasn’t me,” “Up here Baldy,” The reaper smiled. “And that’s not all,” The android took his other hand, surging it with xenon energy similar to Daryl, and slashed a crescent shape wave destroying part of the pillars. “That reaper has our power,” Rick said. “Bingo Primal,”

He launched himself towards the window, his movements a blur. He changed his form as the glass shattered. In a black cloak that hid his ankles and a mask made of obsidian that concealed his entire face, he was just as the legends had described. It was the Silent Reaper. Raphael swung into action, but he was quicker, which was a shock. He was not a man but a creature of death. One that could not be caught or escaped from. Despite the chaos and attempts to stop him, he deftly escaped, disappearing into the night. Raphael looked down from the window, his crimson eyes glowing like rubies in the sunlight.

It was its face! I heard screams all around me as the other Reapers brought their blades down, then up, then down again, stabbing Mother, Father, and Gladys over and over. Gladys’s blood felt warm as it splashed against me, soaking my face and dress and hair. She reached for me from across the table, terror in her eyes, until whatever life they’d once held simply disappeared. Her gaze became empty, and her body ceased to move, save for the shudder it gave each time the Reaper stabbed it. “Gladys?” I tried to say, but I choked on her name. Somehow, all the air had left my lungs. “Mother?”

And there, on the far side of the room near an emergency exit, stood Elias. Gaunt. Eyes wild with madness. But still carrying that dangerous charisma, a gun in one hand and a remote trigger in the other. “Nikolai,” he sneered, backing slowly toward the exit. “Look at you. The Reaper finally cornered the Ghost. But you’re too late. The dead man’s switch is active. Touch me, and your precious daughter burns.”

"Silas, fight it!" "He isn't fighting anymore, darling," my mother said, stepping onto the first stair. "He’s becoming part of something greater. And you... you are the final piece. The Grey Flame is the bridge between the organic and the digital. With you at the center, the Reapers won't just harvest Earth. They will *become* Earth."

she slapped the woman's cheeks repeatedly but the woman didn't rouse. "Leave her be," commanded a cold voice. Jennet glanced and was terrified to see endless darkness looming underneath the hood. So, she scooted away. Suddenly, a portal appeared on the floor and the fainting woman disappeared into it. Then, the reaper glanced at her who looked as if she had just witnessed a T-Rex pooping. "Erase it," said the reaper. "What?" she frowned. "Memory." It moved closer. "Erase it."

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.

The truth was, The Ghosts had a reputation in the city, one that left everyone afraid of them. This was enough for Josh to realize that they were trouble. Their presence alone had everyone on edge. Josh glanced at Mateo, who was already eyeing the newcomers with a look of pure irritation. “And this party just got less enjoyable,” Mateo muttered under his breath. However, Reaper heard him. His smirk vanished, replaced by a coldness. Looking at Antonio with a look of recognition, Reaper glared at him, saying,”You got a problem?” He asked taking a step over to where Mateo, Josh and Leo were standing.