Grim Reaper Billy Novels & Stories

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…

Merciless slaughter of our enemies…’ He, just like everyone else around him, was normal. But as this realization settled in, a darker thought crept into Rey's mind, one he couldn’t shake off. ‘… Could it be that we’re all just crazy?’ ********** ~BOOOOOOM!~ Rey watched as Billy’s Fire Magic engulfed a pack of DemiWolves that dared to approach him, turning them into ashes. The remaining monsters met Billy's merciless blade which butchered their flesh and splattered their blood.

"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 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

I closed my eyes prepared to die. A musky leather scent hit my nostrils, and my heartbeat increased. I would recognize that scent anywhere. It was Grim. Or maybe I was hallucinating. Death was near after all. “Let her go!” His deep growl filled the hall. They immediately stood up and bowed as he strolled in with a tightened shoulder and a deep frown on his face. A smile tugged my lips. “I said let her go!” He thundered again with so much force that some wolves fell on their knees.

“I was standing to her left and she was looking in the opposite direction, but for some reason she had her head cocked slightly like a deer on the scent of a predator. All this from a nine-year-old was enough to make me wonder if my presence had indeed been felt, which was supposed to be virtually impossible. Humans can never see us reapers except if we allow them to. We stand inches from your faces, poke our finger in your food, in your eye, in your nose, but you never once feel a breeze. We stalk behind cash registers at a store robbery, inside ambulances on their way to the ER, in steamy bathrooms where you die naked all alone; but no one ever realizes we are there. Thirteen years ago in