Goblin Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

On the other side of the gate, she began to understand his reason for doubting the level of difficulty. Dozens of armed guards took up positions on either side of the Jeep, escorting it toward the large house at the end of the lane. Their eyes glowed amber, an indicator that all of these people were Souled Vampires. She hadn’t gotten the impression from Cassidy and her parties visit that they’d been quite so amassed, but then, perhaps Jo hadn’t been paying quite enough attention.

The young reaper did as he asked. As I held her at gunpoint, Griff approached the old woman’s dead body and placed a hand on her shoulder. By now, Fenrir had perfected the way we could extract souls. Since Griff and I carried his mark, we only needed to touch the dead body of a wolf, and their spirit would enter one of our crystals. “Did you send him to Hell?” the reaper asked, her voice trembling. I shook my head. “He’ll be somewhere in the middle of the Gobi desert. You guys can use your scythes to fly, right?”

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

Amber screeched, and I winced. "Ewww, her voice is nasty," I cover my ears. "She has always been a troublesome person. Each life I let her live, she always ruins others. I guess it is time I don't let her be reborn. I always give my children chances, but she has gone too far. So has Pop he took years from you and Eve, so he won't be reborn again. I guess Grim will be thrilled to collect their souls. "Moon goddess, who is Grim? Do you mean the grim reaper?"Her chuckle at my question worries me.

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

Did I die again? "No. You should have but you didn't. It's exactly why I find you unusual," said the unfamiliar voice. I didn't even notice him but now that I was looking at him, he stood out the most. Was he the grim reaper? He had a black cloak on but there was no death scythe. Was I safe? Most definitely not. "Yes, I am the grim reaper. But I didn't come to reap you. Well actually I did but I can't. My scythe is inside my cloak and you can't see it unless I want you to."

In fact, extended stays on the surface world is fatal to us. At the Helm, I’m joined by the three other reapers I saw at the abandoned airport on my first day. They’re all, just like me, controlled by Septimus with his variously styled gothic rings: talon, jester, and scorpion. Respectively they are Kera, the evil Valkyrie, Ankou, the creepy clown, and Yama Ranger, the four-armed and blue-skinned cowboy. Collectively they call themselves the Bureau of Transmigration. Not that they tell me things or they’re ever in a talkative mood. In fact, with the exception of Septimus and Ankou, the reapers are taciturn to the point of seeming mute. Ankou isn’t much of an improvement either with his posh

She knew that. "For God sake, I'm older than this motherfucker" she cursed beneath her breath as wandered the graveyard. She went there after school hours or when she wasn't busy teasing Austin, for some reason she felt at peace here. Maybe because she was a Ghost, but it was one place she felt alive. She came across Austin's mothers grave and thought about using her as a perfect revenge plot, but she knew it would jeopardise any plan of her getting help from him. So she cancelled that option