Grim Reaper And His Wife Novels & Stories

And god knows they have nothing to ask for more. It was tough for Rampage to get married without anyone in his family beside him other than Vaspe. Especially when they finally found his father, in the graveyard where his mother and grandparents are. Ralei was there, with Kirsten, hugging her bones. They saw him completely decayed and when the autopsy result reached them, it was said that Ralei took his life and laid beside his mother. They also found a note, that they prefer to bury with them. They give them proper mass again for the peace of their souls. And one night, Rampage had a dream. In a paradise, there was a woman and a man, holding each other's hands, bidding him goodbye as they wa

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

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

The sound of his boots faded down the hall. I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. My body was still shaking. Not from fear. Or not only from fear. When his teeth had grazed my mark, something inside me had ignited. A heat that started at my neck and poured down through my chest, my stomach, my thighs. My skin had tightened. My breath had caught. And for one terrible, honest second, I had wanted him closer. The Reaper. The man who’d killed his own family. The man who collected territories like other men collected debts.

Seraphina asked him, her voice dripping with false sympathy as she looped her arm through his. She glanced at me, her smile sharpening, she was enjoying this. "Poor Aurora here is taking my place tomorrow. She's to be wed to that filthy Moon Reaper. Rumors are that he's as ugly as that painting we threw out yesterday." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Moon Reaper—the ancient enemy, a family of ruthless hunters bred for one purpose: killing werewolves like us. Legends whispered of their silver blades, their empires built on the bones of our kind. They were monsters in human form, trained from birth to hate us, to destroy our souls under the full moon.

She sputtered with quivering lips, "N-No! It's not like that! The recording is all faked!" Even at that moment, Mara was trying to deny it. I sneered. "The police will surely look into the recording, but do you really think you can escape the law?" Mara shuddered. She opened her mouth and begged me once more, "Honey, let me explain…" Right at that moment, Ian's wife, Sharon Hewitt, arrived just in time and overheard the recordings. She was furious. She ran over and slapped Mara on the face twice. "You shameless wench! How dare you seduce a married man?!"

“We didn’t know they were yours! We just followed instructions! If we’d known they were the Reaper’s goods, we never would’ve touched them!” “You did know,” I interrupt softly. He freezes. Everyone knows. The Reaper isn’t a name you learn. It’s a story you grow up with. The thing parents threaten misbehaving children with at night. The shadow that comes for men who take what isn’t theirs. The husband who doesn’t share. I lean closer, my voice low. “And because of you, I haven’t seen my wife in fourteen days.” His eyes widen. He doesn’t understand why that matters. That’s his second mistake.

Anita called Andrea's attention and questioned her, " I told you about this earlier. Are you able to find out who is behind it? And what is that creature? The two times I have encountered it, I realized it just want my soul." Andrea took out her wand and waved it. Her eyes flickered, but she shook her head negatively. " I haven't gotten the culprit. But you have to take me to Crescent Fierce Moon Pack, maybe I can find out who is really behind it once I get to that room. And about the creature, it's a grim reaper. They are creatures that collect souls from the dead or people that are close to dying. They help those collected souls to cross to the aimed place ,or to the forgotten realm, or re

I replied, and he smiled. "Do you know where to?" I asked, and he nodded. "Good." I held onto Rose's hand when I sensed that she wanted to run away. I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her waist. "What's wrong?" "I asked, genuinely concerned. "That's the Grim Reaper!" Do you know what those do to humans?'' She asked incredulously, and I nodded. "They suck souls from humans and feed them to hounds!" She whisper-yelled, and I burst out laughing.