Goblin Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

The other had eyes like still water. Eventually, the younger man stormed off. The other turned toward me. "Human," he said. "How are you?" I swallowed hard. "Who are you? Where am I?" "The underworld. The land of the dead." "Am I in hell?" He didn’t answer right away. "You’re not going anywhere. You ended your life before your time," he said. "Then why am I still here?" "Because of me," he replied. "You were meant to vanish, but I intervened. I’m giving you a second chance. You’ll return to the human world as a soul reaper."

It also further elaborated that each of us has our version of the life hourglass, the flowing sands which represents the remaining time left we have in this world before we return it to them. What makes it more interesting is that mythical creatures are existing that make the world of life and death stable. Grim reapers are one of the most popular. They are also known as the angel of death or simply death. Few people also call them the "Grim of Death". For thousands of years, various cultures have had different figures to represent death. Some describe them usually as a creepy skeletal figure, who is often shrouded and covered in a dark, hooded robe and carrying a long scythe to “reap” human

That question was the last thing Nocturne had ever expected to hear from Leo. In all his imagined scenarios for how their dating life would eventually go, he had never expected his biggest secret to be exposed. There was no other way out than to be honest. “Grim Reaper is more of a human term,” he replied simply. “I will not lie to you anymore. I am the ruler of the underworld and my job is to collect the souls of the dead. Does that answer your question?”

"What they have looks similar to the Nefarious Spirits from your sect." "That's nothing to it. A zombie scout found out that a low-level technique like Blackness was enough to scare them out of their minds. There's nothing for us to be worried about," Tack said. Tack projected an image of his Nefarious Spirit after arriving. It was an ancient divine general known as the Grim Reaper. He planned to use it for defense. However, it attracted a group of zombies, for some reason. They were initially nonchalant about it. It was because the zombies became pieces of corpses after they exploded from the various techniques used by Tack and the others.

As she did, she hummed a song, one so ancient that its origins could not be found in the books of men. And as she hummed, the circle started to glow, creating a circular wall of light that beamed vertically up to the ceiling. The little ghost girl stood up, marvelling at the beauty and serenity of the soft white light. Specs of the rainbow could be seen bouncing off the light and finally, from the circle, an old man emerged. It was the grim reaper. The grim reaper had on a light grey woven robe and had flowing white hair with a beard to match. Suzanne had always wondered if the JRR Tolkein of Lord of The Rings had met with the grim reaper. The character of Gandalf looked suspiciously like hi

I got in my fighting stance and grinned. "You're their king, you're king of them all, an actual sexy Grim Reaper," I said assuredly as I swung my scythe and began fighting with the different weapon equipped reapers. I didn't want to kill them, only wished for them to back off. I tucked my scythe underneath my arm and waved a binding spell, wrapping three of the attackers into my golden binds. Ellis had his two back up against the building's wall. I glanced at him and he said he couldn't kill them for doing their job. I narrowed my eyes gazing over my captured reapers. "Why are you trying to reap him? He's like you, a reaper and it's against our rules to reap each other," I growled angrily.

he added softly, he straightened up and chuckled because he could see what he was doing to my body, then walked past me again and then out the door on the other side. I watched him leave and had to shake myself of whatever needy haze I had been in. I needed to focus, find the guys and find out if they were okay. "Hey" said to one of the goblins as he or she was passing by. "The men I came with, men that were unconscious. Do you know where they are being kept?" I asked He bowed the entire time spoke, then raised his head up when I was done and pointed at another goblin a few feet away.

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.

Feelings that I buried deep inside are resurfacing and I don't know how to handle it. Sobs come bubbling from my lips as I let the last few days sink in. From finding out Anita is pregnant, to nearly losing our relationship to her becoming immortal. Then there's my mother returning from the dead, but as a vampire. Meeting my grandparents. I went from being alone for three hundred years, to meeting Anita, reuniting her with her parents, getting her pregnant to now and it's all hitting hard.

I attempted to utilize my powers to detect the intruder, but an unexpected gust swept me off my feet. My vision blurred as I struggled to regain balance. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with foreboding. "Who are you?" I demanded, my tone laced with warning. A low chuckle echoed through the room, sending shivers down my spine. The wind died down, and a figure materialized before me. My eyes widened, The figure stepped forward, their features illuminated by the flickering candles. I gasped, my mind racing. It was Erebus, what's doing here? I thought