Goth Reaper Novels & Stories

I know that I am trying to bait him, but he isn’t always the brightest bulb in the box. “Well, Baby we do have to keep women under control. It is the only way to achieve the goal.” With these words, I knew that I was stumbling onto something here. “All the hard work would go down the drain if he doesn’t put up a fight and lets you have a choice. The whole point of the reaping is to keep women under the thumb of men. I would never do that to you of course but we can’t let anyone know that. I could lose my place in the Chosen.” He continues his ministrations on my neck and I was trying hard to act like I was enjoying it.

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?”

The bodies of the two attackers did not feel like ordinary flesh but more akin to puppets. "Who are you people?" Chase roared, his voice filled with fury. The black-clad man coughed blood, a grim smile on his lips. "Who are we? Haha... We're reapers. Everything on you... is ours now!" As he spoke, the man slammed a hand over the wound on his chest. A thumb-sized green talisman materialized, emitting a sharp, piercing hum.

Looking onto the figure of the giant that seemed to embody death itself, Mane chuckled wordlessly and said, “Hello, Reaper.”

A reaper that will work for Umbra and only Umbra. Rain begins to pour over the top of us as we fight. More wolves come to fight as both my wolves and the wolves with Chaos grow in numbers, but I have something Chaos doesn't have. I have the ancestors. The ancestors pour the rain over us and bring the thunder. They push Chaos and his wolves back into the woods. "Be gone!" The ancestors say. The rain clears, and the wolves collapse to the ground. I look to my right to see Fallon and Libby. "They want me to die. Does anyone want me to be the reaper?" Fallon asks.

A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache. Years passed. I lived as a reaper. Cold. Efficient. Detached. I watched lives end and guided souls to their fates. One gloomy afternoon, I saw my mother's name written in the Death Note. I didn’t flinch.No fear. No sadness. Nothing.... Maybe it’s because I’m no longer human— Just a cold-blooded shell of what I used to be. I reaped my mother’s soul with steady hands. No tears, no hesitation. When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos.

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

Already faced the two guardians, the last one stood before them with a smile that caused goosebumps to raise on their skin. “Are you now ready? Do you two think you can face your final adversary?” Hunter and Lin felt ready but that did not mean that were. Training with Kai and learning from the desert guy had been quite the experience but now having to fight was much more scary. “Yes,” They said at the same time, fear in their hearts. Suddenly the entire scenery changed, plunging them into a wide field of dead flowers. There, they saw their adversary. The guy called The Reaper. A smirk danced on his face.

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE, AND NUDITY. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. SEVERAL HOURS LATER Tears were dripping down the side of her face as she lay beneath him. Bruce was panting above her. He just gotten off on another explosion inside of her. He was looking at her with a smile as he was enjoying what he did to her. Taking her to his fulfillment. Enjoying the tortures pleasure he planted on them the past couple of hours. He lay right next to her as he caught his breath. His arms swung around her waist and his head right next to her shoulder. She turned her head slightly, so he didn’t see her crying.