Grim Reaper Billy Novels & Stories

Another knock on the door interrupts the moment, and she pulls away from me abruptly, making me miss her heat almost immediately. “Trevor,” Billy says from the doorway and makes his way into the room despite the other teammates trying to stop him. “I’m sorry, man,” he says, ignoring them as he approaches my bed. “I was drunk, and I didn’t know what I was saying, I just…” His words trail off when he sees Gracie in the room and pales even further. “I’m sorry, okay?” he combs his fingers through his hair and shakes his head. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, you have to believe that.”

One day soon she wanted to research and study the history behind all the hows and whys of this. Donnie and Eddie stood at the back. They were there to support the women they loved. Gabby, the next victim of the curse, if they weren’t successful at this, and Hailey, her soon-to-be sister-in-law and friend. Billy and Jody were near, too. Billy wasn’t sure what his role was in all this, but if it meant an end to the paranormal spike, he was all for it. Billy currently bore a bandage on his forearm where he’d been cut by a knife, he claimed, flew from the knife block at him. No one questioned it anymore. Most just accepted his claim as factual now.

Billy said. A heavy sensation settled in my chest. I wasn't sure how to process this. Billy had never shown aggression toward me like the others, but he was still a part of the trauma of my past. Yet he got me out, and he killed a pack member in the process. He was in even deeper trouble than I had initially thought. They might go after his family if they connected the dots.

In order to take down Billy, Brian insisted on remaining in his post with his injured body, as he was determined to surpass Billy in his career. Thinking about that, something cold flashed before Hilda's eyes. This isn't Taadi. Perhaps, no one can find me guilty if I were to kill someone here…

‘I know I’m not a genius or anything, but at least I was average. Billy wasn’t the 'intellectual' kind of nerd; he was more into novels and games ‘Well, that’s enough of that.’ Rey sighed, his attention returning to the ongoing battle as he watched Billy deliver the final blow to Trisha, who fell to her knees in defeat. Even though the ebony fighter displayed impressive skill, she proved to be no match for Billy's superior combat abilities. ‘I see. So this is the level of an Alpha Class elite…’ Rey thought to himself.

"Is this it? Am I just going to end up like this...?" Tears came flowing down his cheeks as he remembered his grandfather. There was a loud thump! when his body reached the ground. But he couldn't move. Nor feel. He felt numb. His vision was starting to get embraced by the darkness as images of his life flashed before him. "Is this the end?" He heard footsteps and raindrops touching his face. And then, it was all black.

He might not even be a warlock like everyone presumed but whatever it is that he is, I will make sure I come out victorious and show him his place in this Academy. "Argg, fuck this, it's so painful" I groaned in pain as I placed the icepack on my blue eyes. The door to the room opened and Greg walked in alongside Dylan who was complaining in disdain about what I have no idea might be the problem. "Who is that tiny wench by the way? How could she spill something as distasteful as this on my priceless shirt" Dylan growled. "Seeing that she walks around with pig's blood, I'm suspecting she is a vamp. I could smell her sunscreen as well so I'm certain she is one" Greg added.

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.

he said, his voice low, a rough rasp of calm. Reaper stepped inside, the hallway light casting him in long, intimidating shadows that stretched across the floor. His leather cut hung open over a black shirt, and his dark jeans were grease-stained, familiar signs of his world. There was something off in his posture—shoulders tense, but not in that calculated, ready-to-fight way. This was something else. Worn. Like he carried a weight no one else saw. He glanced at the untouched sandwich on the small table by the window. “You planning on starving yourself?”

He has a solid jawline, clean-shaven face, thinner cheeks with just the right amount of plumpness, dimples that would take any normal woman’s breath away, beautiful bright brown eyes with flecks of gold, a tall leanly-muscled build, and short dark brown hair that is always neatly combed to one side, but tufts at the top in a cute way. I give him a polite nod that contradicts the rude way that I shove past him to step inside. I wordlessly pass him the name and photo of my target that came with the job posting, fixing him with an intense emerald-green gaze. He already knows the drill and I’m not one for pleasantries or small talk. He gives a low chuckle at my straight-to-business attitude, “al