Grim Reaper And His Wife Novels & Stories

In the Elder Sanctum, attendants whispered among themselves. "Did you hear? The Chief Enforcer's human wife — she's the body they found at the border." "I heard she snuck out of the territory on her own and got killed by a rogue vampire. Brought it on herself." "Poor Damien. At least he has Vivienne to comfort him." "Such a strong woman. Still going through Blood Withering treatment and dealing with all this." Vivienne lay in her treatment chamber, soaking in every drop of sympathy. Each pitying glance, each concerned word made her smile a little brighter.

he added. I sighed. He was pushing us again. I could feel it, his longing. I signaled Gugu to come over. “Spend time with them, Serra. They got a few time left,” he reminded me before closing the door. They? I stared at both of them, Grip and Gugu, and it hit me. A grim reaper and a ghost. Grip and I could stay together until I die but we won’t grow old together while Gugu have to cross over sooner or later.

I noticed my mother had changed as well and was coming to our sides, my father and his lady friend were nowhere to be seen making me grit my teeth at his disappearance. "Oh my, how intriguing, a Grim Reaper and a Death and Life God wed in holy matrimony. Sebastian, wasn't it. Oh you do like to cause problems within the upper ranks," Iki-Ryo sneered. I furrowed my brow at him and his naga wife, Misha. I knew them and we both disliked each other equally.

Hunter stood there, stunned and heartbroken, as the weight of Lin's decision sank in. The Reaper, reveling in the chaos he had sown, continued to taunt them. “Well, isn’t this just a delightful turn of events?” The Reaper gloated, circling around the couple. “A rejected mate and a broken duo. I must say, I didn’t expect this level of drama when I decided to confront you two.” Hunter, struggling to process the abrupt end to their bond, glared at The Reaper with a mix of anger and pain. Lin, on the other hand, tried to maintain a stoic facade, but her eyes betrayed a sense of regret and sorrow.

“Every member of our pack dedicated their souls to Fenrir. None of us care about going to Heaven, and we sure as buggery don’t want to go to Hell.” “I’m calling for backup.” The male reaper reached into his cloak. Raising my gun, I shot a needle into his sternum. Golden light flashed from his chest, and he disappeared. “What did you do to my boss?” The young reaper backed toward the door. I pointed the gun at her. “Are you going to give us any trouble?” She shook her head. “Shrink your scythe and put it back into your pocket,” Griff said. The young reaper did as he asked.

he whispered, hands framing my face, “you are the best thing that ever happened to me. From the moment I took you from that apartment, you changed everything.” I kissed him deeply, pouring every emotion into it. The kiss turned heated, desperate. He took me right there against the cold stone, slow and intense, the snow contrasting with the fire between us. We came together under the stars, whispering vows and promises for the future. Dawn brought the beginning of the end. The original Project Reaper facility was a tomb of concrete and forgotten horrors. Our forces hit hard and fast. Damien led the charge while I stayed back with the children in a secured command post, Elena at my side.

Rather than knocking on the door, he decided to go around to the back of the house. The remnants of the back door were his first indicator that he was too late. He hadn't lived this long as an independent Vampire Hunter through acting recklessly, but he was fairly certain that Giovani and his friends had already left the scene. Most of the time, if a Vampire was nearby, his gut would let him know, and he was feeling no internal indicators that any of the bloodsuckers were still present. Keeping his gun drawn just in case, he made his way through the remains of the back door and gasped at the sight. There on the floor were the crumpled remains of Grace and her husband Christopher. While it wa

“I have already coordinated with the god of travel. I have sent lampads to him to aide him in mapping out the possible hide-outs of these lost souls.” “Great. Maximize all our resources for this search. I want to see progress.” “Yes, my lord.” The master of the underworld looked outside the window and searched for his wife. “Uhh.. I believe the mistress is still with Ascalaphus.” Charon answered his silent question. “I was just looking at the sky.” “If you say so.” There was a playful smile in his assistant’s lips. “I am going to rest my eyes for a moment.” Fran stood up and out of the office.

Camille‘s POV I twisted my arm hard, ready to lash out, ready to scream. Then I saw his face. I froze. Adrian Steele. Fiora’s husband. He stood close enough that I could smell his cologne, clean and sharp, nothing like Marcus’s usual scent. His hands were still around my wrist, firm but careful, not possessive, like he was holding something fragile without meaning to break it. “You have no right,” I said, my voice shaking despite my effort. “Let go of me.”