Ghostly Reaper Novels & Stories

I asked impatiently. "What? No, I haven't been in that filthy place and so can't say anything about it. But those that have been there said it wasn't a nice experience and so I am not willing to try to enter" Cindy shrugged and focused back on Clyde and Otis who were getting ready to claw each other's eyes out. "That place is no pleasure pack princess. I've been there, once, there are Ghosts in there, ghosts that haunt you with your past. They use your greatest fear against you and also, in that dungeon, your powers are meaningless. Those ghosts make sure to drain you in all ramifications so that you wouldn't be strong to even lift a finger" Elrond explained and my eyes widened.

What I did sense however was the presence of a hell reaper, and the only time they were present as if someone had committed a grave sin, deserving of the punishment of being taken to hell, or if they had been paid off to claim someone, the implications of that settled inside me with a frightening certainty, I flew down from the rooftop tracking the reapers scent of sulfur and brimstone, and finally caught up to it, I silently tailed the shadowy cloaked creature using my powers to hide my presence, the reaper headed into the seedier part of town, It entered a bar, A place that reeked of alcohol, human filth, and the kind of people, who dwelled on the dregs of human society,

my voice is a dry whisper in my throat, and it vanishes instantly in the darkness. A thick chuckle burst out of the slot hole, “Look who it is we have here… Dale Lazarus, The Reaper, harbinger of doom, our top 1 fighter. To what do we owe this unplanned visit?” I stare deep into the hole the voice is coming from, “Dora Jael. I want you to terminate any contract you have with her.” The air in the room is suddenly split by a sound that makes the hairs on my arms stand up. It started low, a guttural, rattling noise, a dry wheezing chuckle, then the devilish laughter dies, and he continues, “You sound…”

Not minding how many souls they had reaped nor how many times they had been thrown back in this fight, both reapers did not give up and enjoyed the feast. A smile in K Whatever’s face grew and grew as her excitement and adrenaline rushed inside her— especially when a gigantic black aura suddenly appeared from behind the little evil spirits fighting for their souls. "And here I thought I should only scare the kids away from here? Why there are reckless reapers here?" Both the reapers and the evil spirits were stunned.

Deagon told me congratulations and handed me my satin box. "You will only have one collection your first week, two the second week and so on. I'm certain you'll be exceptional dear," he winked and put the box on my desk along with a silver pocket watch and micro thin clear gloves. I lifted my gloves and marveled at the material. Once all the boxes were distributed Deagon told the class loudly,"Always remember that young human children, pets and those that have ever had a brush with death or are dying can see you without your gloves. Congratulations, you all are free to begin your reaping." Jenna jumped up grabbing my hands and danced around. I pulled away from her and felt like my reaper box

I asked wrinkling my nose, “Cal’s right, I am an alien.” “You are not an alien.” Hunter laughed. “So not everyone can see this, aura?” “Humans can’t see it,” Hunter said. “Humans?” I said, “What are we?” “We are…” He thought for a minute, “There’s not a particular name we call ourselves. The elder refers to us as the elementals. But that doesn’t describe us very well. The Delazar’s call us reapers.” “Why reapers?” I asked. “What are reapers to you?” He stroked my hand with his thumb.

VALENTINA "Stop playing with me, Horace. This isn't a joke," I snapped. "How did you even get an invite?" "I have my ways," he said, taking a slow swig from the bottle. "Hello? It’s me. The Reaper. Doors don't stay locked when I want to walk through them." "Wait, are you stalking me now? Is that what this is?" I stepped back, my heels clicking loudly. "I can't have a single moment of privacy after you ignored me for three days?"

“Your friend, Chrissy. I heard her death was a spectacle. I enjoy spectacles. Sadly, I did not see so this is all I want in return.” “If I say no?” “I do not make threats. I think we have that in common.” He rose from the chair he was sitting on. He wasn’t only big but muscular. Even with his round belly, it would be impossible to mix the muscular density of his arms. “Send my regards to the Reaper. I heard he showed his face after twenty years of hiding. I was tempted to have my man kill him where he stands at the moment but I wouldn’t want to be on your bad side like my son. I hope you have a lovely night, dear one,”

Death blocked the kick with his arms, but before he could counter Zach had already jumped backward with another gust. The air in the room gathered around Zach's arms and legs. "We had another fight scheduled and I wanted to convince you to go. Figured I might as well move the fight up, considering I hope you'll be leaving soon." Death often forgot how battle-hungry Zach could get. He was one of the oldest grim, an elite force of reapers that Death picked to act as an example for humans that wanted to get stronger. 'You've seen more fights than almost any other human I've met, but you still have a bad habit of overestimating yourself.'