Goblin Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

You’ve got that right, she thought to herself. Piper moved, readjusting on her feet, and Ru continued to scroll down the page. One of the pictures caught her eye, and she stopped. The face she was looking at was male, but he was lovely—perhaps the most symmetrical she’d ever seen, with soft eyes and full lips. There was a haunted look behind his eyes, a sadness, and even though it was just a charcoal drawing, Ru couldn’t help but wonder if the artist had actually seen this face before; it looked so real. She began to read below the drawing. “Thanatos, Death incarnate. One of many demons who walk the Earth searching for souls to collect. Otherwise known as The Grim Reaper. There are many who

“Sorry to ask you this, archangel, but how certain are you that it is true? That a vampire is wandering around the human world when we all knew that no vampire existed already in the past thousand years,’’ Abu asked respectfully, as he opened his wings and sauntered toward Kram, bowed his head and knelt one knee before him and after few moments he lifted his eyes to Kram, serious and somewhat scary. Abu was one of the great grim reapers, in fact the head if the grim reaper's empire, who collects the souls of the deaths, a male who has long white hair, full white eyes that you couldn’t even tell where he was staring at; he always wore a bright large black cloak, has a long scythe with blue fl

“Sorry if I can't remember every little thing you say, Corpseboy.” “I'm the Grim Reaper, the Masked Reaper. Follow me, little lamb? Or are you still lost in the pasture?” “I'm not a sheep, idiot. Don't patronize me- hey!” I exclaimed as he grabbed my hands impatiently, thrusting my fingers against his bony cheeks. “Eww! Let go of me! What the heck are you doing?” I protested, recoiling at the feel of the skull beneath my fingers. But his grip remained firm, forcing me to trace the cool bone as his hands guided mine to the hollows beneath his brow.

"And how do we stop him, now hearing how we put his kind to extinction makes me feel like the villain here" Luther jumps in"Yeah but we still need to put in mind that we need to stop him anyways" "Yeah you're right, but I thought Goblins can raise the dead?" Caleb responds "I heard is a forbidden spell, and if he plans in raising the dead then that would cost him something,wait, holy shit Rita you're a genius" "I know that, but how?" "If Goblin wants to raise the dead it would mess with the grim reapers work, so in other for him not to create a confusion he has to replace the soul he brings to life, which means he needs a certain amount of people dead to revive his people from the dead"

She tried to fly but it didn't work, her feet did not even lift a bit. She kept on walking until she arrived at the ladder of Jacob, it is a long ladder that connects the heavenly kingdom and Underworld. She aimlessly walked backward. "Which way is my garden?" she asked herself because she is completely lost. Suddenly, she felt a hard object blocking her back. She turned around and found a mysterious guy with a blank face. She thought that, maybe, it is what they call a Grim reaper or the underworld's pet that is responsible for ferrying the souls of mortals to where they belong. The guy is wearing long black clothes and holds a sickle in his hand. His eyes speak nothing but a dull and empt

Lucas looked at me like I was deranged. "I really don't know. " I defended myself. I just became a wandering ghost just a few weeks ago. I am not knowledgeable in the world of dead. "Grim reapers don't age, they are like us. They have a long life span. I don't know how they become grim reapers but I know is that some of them lived like a living being. They eat, sleep, and work like normal people. So I guessed they have to follow living being's nature and adapt in human society."

I’m sitting in my dungeon, deep below the pack house, my hand clutching my glass of bourbon with an astonished grin on my face. Standing before me, eyes narrowed with a very pissed off look is a Reaper. Gabriel stands off to the side, leaning against the wall. The Reaper surprises me. His features look human enough, but unnaturally beautiful. He’s tall and lanky and has stark white hair with pale skin. His livid amethyst eyes burn a hole into my head. What gives him away is that he is constantly phasing in and out of existence as he fights against whatever enchantment Gabriel placed on him. Taking a sip from my drink I swirl it around on my tongue, casting my gaze to Gabriel, “How did you do

" The samples… I had found them through countless observations, nearly exhausting myself in the process, and now they wanted to take even that from me. A surge of fierce unwillingness rose in my chest. Dragging my nearly frozen body upright, I stood again. The axe was still at my side. I grabbed it and staggered back to where the pipeline had cracked earlier. The flames of revenge burned fiercely in my heart. 'Zachary… Luna… 'You two want to use my life in exchange for her permanent position, right? 'Then let me make sure that you get a permanent assignment… in hell!' Crash! Crash!

I looked between his eyes, watching the black flicker to brown in and out until his beast won, the black consuming the orbs entirely, leaving no white. “You… the gods cursed you? You’re not D…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say. He wasn’t Death? He wasn’t a God? It all sounded so ridiculous now that I was about to vocalize it to his face. “I may not be a mortal, but I’m not a God.” He chuckled darkly. “Then what are you?” I asked, terrified to hear the answer. “A reaper.” He whispered, and my blood turned to ice.

Grimkeeper continued, stepping closer. "Before the first heartbeat echoed through a living chest, before the first wolf howled beneath the moon, I existed. I was the last breath of dying stars, the final whisper of fallen kings. The first to kill. The first to bury. They called me by many names—Ankou, Thanatos, Osiris, Ghede—but I simply call myself... Grimkeeper." He turned to Steve then, eyes like burning moons. “Do you still believe you are enough for my daughter?”