Goth Reaper Novels & Stories

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.

"Are you looking to hire a proxy fighter?" "Order now, and I strike immediately. Ironclad confidentiality guaranteed for a slight premium." The Goblin audibly gulps, staring at my exorbitant rates. "But your prices are insanely high! Can't you give me a discount?" "Absolutely not, sweetie. The Reaper strikes with lethal efficiency. My prices will only go up from here." "Come on, Reaper," the Goblin pleads, leaning closer with a desperate, sleazy smile. "I can offer you some...free physical relief in exchange. Just give me a small discount—"

She nodded, but her eyes remained on her grandfather’s pale face. For the first time since her rebirth… she felt grief pressing on her chest like stone. Not helplessness — but rage. Something was being taken from her. Again. And this time, she would not wait patiently for the world to strike. The hospital lights hummed softly, their glow pale against the sharp scent of antiseptic. Sheraphina hadn’t slept. She sat rigidly beside her grandfather, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. Every minute he stayed unconscious fueled her rage.

A Reaper stepped through the portal opening. Tall, with ebony hair, he wore the long black cloak she expected to see, a scythe in his hand. The man quickly ran to the left of the portal, and then another Reaper appeared on his heels. Dressed identically, with the same weapon, he ran to the right. Then, another sprang forth, and another. Ru watched, her eyes wide as the Reapers continued to pour out of the portal, as if Hell had spilled an inkwell and the thick, black substance was covering the entire earth.

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 .

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

Reaper Swithin said, blowing his nose and taking in the air. "AAHHHHH! This Moroi blood!" Reaper Swithun Johnson is the guardian of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. He has ginger hair and blue eyes and always wears a black dress coat with silver buttons. He is tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a piercing gaze that can make even the bravest of souls tremble. Reaper Swithun is known for his unwavering loyalty to the coven and his fierce protection of its members. After Ace, Reaper is second in command in the coven.

Turning his head around as a gate was present in front of him, the symbol that is carved with it and the name on top draws his attention as the closed and sealed black gate in front of him is his. “Now you shall see the truth.” Pushing him hard as the stone gate opens and with those same tiny black hands emerge from within and immediately holds his limbs tight as it dragged him inside. He screams as he wanted to break loose, but it turned him around to face the reaper only to leave him in shock and surprise like his blood is drained out from him as it turns out the beautiful reaper is a disguise for something more and sinister as a silver scaled serpent. “We shall see each other again pretty

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

In the center of the room was what appeared to be an altar made from black stone and marble with a single flame burning atop it. On either side of the altar were two reapers—one male and one female—dressed in matching black robes and hoods that covered their features from view except for their eyes which were a deep dark red color like blood. An archway stood offset the altar, leading to another room. The atmosphere in this chamber was one of torture and screams as if used for black magic and sacrifice. The energies of the reapers felt like that of shame, disgust, and imprisonment. As we walked forward into this mysterious chamber, I could feel my heart racing from anticipation at what might