Goblin Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

My long, black fingernails clicked rhythmically against the armrest of my chair. ​"Are you absolutely sure of this?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. ​"Y-yes, Master," he rasped. ​Krug is a goblin, a hideous creature who escaped the pits of Hell just like I did. He was everything unholy, a monster that didn't belong in the world of men. He had served me for a thousand years, his only loyalty fueled by fear and his own disgusting desires.

Yman passed by on Kiko with a smug, before he used his Rapid Leap skill again to lose the trail of the three mini golems. Because of this, the golems suddenly stopped their pursuit. The aggro was gone after Yman left them at a specific distance. The mini golems were looking for the new target. And the one nearest at them was no other than that person with mana coating around his body and currently fighting some of their kind. The golem's eyes suddenly glowed in red as they pounced their massive body towards Kiko. Kiko wanted to cry. Even the spectators watching the scene were dumbfounded. What kind of horror was this? Everyone's thought. Only the random gulping sounds were discernible at the

we kept on repeating this words until the germ starter vibrating as it slowly levitate . our chanting pitch grew high and the germ exploded sending out an unusual mass energy which knocked everyone away .I groan and manage to get back on my feet ,I took a glance at the circle and behold they stood a figure dressed on black cloak .his face was covered with a hoodies and on his chest was the green eye,his sharp grim reaper scythe was beside him .wait he's a freaking grim reaper now this is sweet . " why did you set me free " was the first word he said and damn his voice sounded rough and old ...

The zombie grunted and made a concerted effort to move the soil from the grave in greater quantities, all while sending me little glares from his empty eye sockets—it had less impact without actual eyeballs. “Endora.” I screeched. I may be the most evil of witches in the entire country, but it’s still a dark and quiet cemetery on Halloween. Swinging around on my heeled boots, I scowled at the ground-keeper sneaking up on me like an ancient ghost. The gnarled old man in his late seventies was one of the few humans to be aware of our existence, only because most of my work was done in the very place he managed and he’d seen more than his fair share of hands breaching fresh graves.

he said, “It used to be when I was the Dark Lord, but one of your boyfriends has cost me that job.” I winced when he said one of my boyfriends. I knew he meant Lex. “But… you’re still alive,” I said, “I thought Lex had killed you.” The Grim Reaper scoffed at me. “That immature sorcerer?” I blinked. This is confusing. “Heaven light cannot kill me, child,” he said, “I might be the Dark Lord, but I was made by the One above as well to serve a purpose in the shadows. For centuries I have done my job religiously, if I may say. I deliver souls like yours to beyond and become the balance of Heaven and Hell in this world. Heaven light cannot kill me because I was made from it.”

he said smiling. Does he think I'm here to play? "Shut your mouth and listen to me, this is the real me, I'm not a human being, I was sent on a mission to the human world, I need seven human blood, those seven people are selfish and covetous people like you, don't bother to call anyone because no one can rescue you" I said when I see him trying to take his phone. "What did you think you're doing? you are a monster? tell me you are joking because it's not real, monsters are just superstition so stop being stupid" he replied.

As for the 7th and 8th Skies, their fate had already been decided; their lifeless corpses served as nutrition for the earth. “Hello Reaper,” Mane’s dull eyes gazed upon the giant standing before him. He was back to his old self. The muscles and inches he had gained in the Dreamscape were not reflected in his frame. For he looked like the childishly handsome Mane that had been thrust into this universe some years ago. “You don’t seem very surprised to see me,” the Grim Reaper, a being that kept a leash on the Watchers, possessed an aura that was difficult to stand against. Under normal circumstances, Mane would have been struggling to handle the pressure of this absolute being; but these were

I wasn’t in any better shape, gasping for breath myself, but unlike him, I kept my cool. “What are you,” the Rogue King asked, true fear filling his eyes for the first time. “No omega runt should be able to move like you.” Just before I was about to reply, a tingle ran down my spine. It wasn’t from fear, it wasn’t from pain, nor was it from dread. No, this tingle meant one thing, and one thing only. Backup had finally arrived. Smiling again, I answered truthfully. “I am the grim reaper, and I’m here to collect.”

I want to go there and learn to how to fight. I don’t know where Gladys is, I think I might have lost her but since I met her out of the danger range, she should be fine… I saw Ox carts passing through the borders as I was mindlessly walking and ran towards it. It seems the villagers are leaving the village. I managed to board one of the carts so that I might go to my destination aka The Death Hub… This time, I’m coming back to the city as Deirdre… I don’t need anyone to correct my name. I no longer have the identity crisis of who is Dove and Deirdre … I’m now Deirdre.

“Were you following me?” “Does it look like I need to follow you ever?” “Where’s my Gramps…err I mean the other Ghost.” “Unfortunately, but fortunate for you to have met him prior, I ended his journey as a roaming dead body. He is now converted into a pumpkin.” “He wanted to discuss our family.”