Goblin Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

Memories from my past and present lives blurred together, leaving me feeling like I was walking on air. After returning home, I hurried through my evening routine and collapsed into bed. The soft blankets wrapped around me as I drifted into a heavy sleep. The door to my room creaked open slightly. Someone entered. It seemed like... I found myself seeing the events that followed my death in my previous life. After my mother and I died, Liam took care of everything. He had us cremated, and our ashes were kept in two small urns that he placed in his home.

"What are you trying to get him to evolve to?" "His constitution makes him a good fit to become a psychopomp." Aria explained to a confused Philip, "They're what movies call grim reapers. You guide people to their rightful place in the afterlife, and you get paid by the Netherrealm. Understand?" Philip's face turned pale. "I understand, but I don't think I'm cut out for that career. I don't have the guts, and it sounds dangerous." "True. I heard it's easy to get your soul sucked out if you're not careful," Aria replied seriously. "Though, I haven't actually seen a grim reaper."

This second life belongs to someone else. This second life doesn't allow me to spoil it and do anything I want. This second life has a purpose, a meaning and a desire to be much better than the first. But all this undead stuff was making me lose sight of my sanity. I could understand how crazy all of this would have sounded if I had told Katherine everything there was to tell. First off, there was the Death Reaper, who didn't look like the monster illustrated in pictures and movies. He actually seemed friendly and, as Krista called him, a "gorgeous dude", considering that he might be the servant of Hades, the Greek god of the underworld.

I came here too late. “What year are we in?” I asked the surprised Grim reaper who didn't dare look at my face as I had exposed his identity. “Twenty seventy.” he said. I sighed, “Do you happen to have Kelly Nelson's card?” The grim reaper glanced at me for a moment before focusing on the road, “No but I bet another reaper has it.” I nodded and froze when the grim reaper pulled over in front of a flower shop, “It would be cool to give the living flowers before their death.”

"What does that mean?" "It means the demons may have created another portal from the underworld," he explains, his voice low and deep. "How does Gideon know?" I ask as chills begin to slide down my neck. "He has been patrolling the graveyard and found suspicious footprints near the older headstones." I cock my head, my brows pushing together. "What did they look like?" "Nothing human," Dominic admits, running a hand through his hair, locking eyes with me. "Or like any animal." He swallows.

It made Lisa feel good because it meant that her efforts were not going to waste. Lisa was a grim reaper or angel of death or a shinigami, every culture had a different name for beings like her. She was responsible for guiding discorporate souls, helping them accept death so they could move on to the other side. Whenever someone died in her district she would get an assignment or a prerogative as it was called in the business. Zadkiel was an archangel and her boss; he oversaw her work and that of 25 other reapers that worked in his province.

I clamped his chin and used my other hand to pull up the top teeth of his mouth, then gripped his white filmed tongue and yanked it out. He screeched, sounding like the creatures that he recently possessed but could not summon them anymore. He squirmed on the sand as uncontrollable blood poured from his mouth. At that moment, an oval brown swirling portal appeared to our left and a grim reaper walked out. The skeletal figure shrouded in a dark, hooded robe and carrying a scythe glided towards the necromancer. With a skillfully executed slash of his razor-sharp blade, Crawley's soul ascended from his body. The blade latched on to him and was dragged away into the vortex, which closed and disa

Seeing them walk into an underground syndicate den together was a clear, terrifying statement of absolute dominance. "Mr. Vance. Miss Sterling." A tall man wearing an ivory silk suit and a silver fox mask stepped out from the main VIP booth, holding a glass of sparkling wine. His posture was smooth, cultured, and dripping with hidden malice. "Lord Julian’s personal proxy," Alexander whispered near Victoria's ear, his body instantly going into a subtle, dangerous posture. "Welcome to The Vault," the proxy said, bowing slightly, his eyes lingering on Victoria with a cold, unsettling curiosity. "I must admit, we were surprised when your private buyer code cleared the bidding floor. We didn't ex

Azrael is titled the Angel of Death and Grim Reaper, an entity responsible for transporting souls to the afterlife with records of the deceased. Humans describe this religious figure as a skeleton covered with a black robe and welding a scythe, and it fears all who don't want to die. But seeing Jippies, he doesn't seem scary or all bones. Humans probably think he's the way he was used to remembering when they die; the Grim Reaper is there to take your soul away. "A..Azrael?" I hear Alvin whisper. I looked over at him, his body was quivering, and his face was white.

There was more than 30,000 dollars. Lucas’ face lit up. “The fortune teller was right! After the life swap, even money is falling from the sky into my hands!” Zoe pouted a little. “That damn woman. How does she always get so lucky?” Perhaps her greed was first sparked when the fortune teller revealed my fate. Lucas planted a heavy kiss on her cheek. “Honey, this life is all yours now. I’ll make sure we get rich!” They quickly stuffed the money into their bag and dashed into a store. Lucas bought two latest phones.