Grim Reaper Billy Novels & Stories

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.

Taylor smiled hesitantly back at him. “Go on, you lucky hussy,” Riley pushed Taylor forward. “Two for the price of one. Go make a sandwich.” Taylor slowly approached Darren and Billy. Billy’s eyes were on Taylor, wide and wanting, and Darren continued to stare down at Billy, holding his shoulders and taking in every detail like he was trying to commit his second mate’s face to memory.

This was bad—he didn't remember me at all. Billy was the grandson of Patrick Newman, the butler at the Greven residence. When we were kids, we played together. As he grew up, however, he squandered his time on gambling, drinking, and partying. His father sent him abroad, and we hadn't seen each other since. He must've only returned recently, completely unaware of what had happened in the past. Seeing me in a mess, Norris finally stepped in. "Billy, is it? Don't ruin her face, please. I'm sure Mr. Greven likes her because of her looks…"

"Firstly, I want to tell you all that I'm grateful for setting me free. Secondly, I as a grim reaper would go back to my post and continue my job. Thirdly, I don't give a fuck of whatever is happening to god" "Grim Reaper, you are not allowed to cuss in the palace " The second Elder reprimanded. "Whatever " She mouthed and turned to leave but suddenly her body was bound with a chain making her unable to leave. "Grim Reaper Rose, This is your mission you are not allowed to reject it. Accepting it guarantees your freedom." The Third Elder dressed in a blue apparel suddenly spoke. His voice was gentle and could make anyone listen to him but unfortunately the person is Rose Blair.

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

Joel said addressing the large Beta protecting the door, "go get Billy's friends." "Chris and Kiki," Billy told Ryan still bouncing up and down. Billy was a skinny kid with blonde hair that seemed to fall in his eyes no matter what he did. He was jumpy on a good day and today wasn't a good day. I put a hand on his shoulder to lead him into the room as the door shut behind us. The boy was beyond nervous and being surrounded by the pack's elders seemed to making it worse. He typed a series clicks into the computer as Joel hooked the computer up to show on the room's projection screen. Billy was shaking with anticipation as the screen popped to life.

-I swear he has a pulse- Billy says in my head and my eyes widen. -Take him to Dr. Sari now and verify he is actually dead. If there is a chance he isn’t, we have to try everything- Billy slips away with Gregor and no one gives it a second thought, assuming he is just taking his body somewhere for others to pay their respects to later. The moment Billy looks stable, Ginger breaks out into a massive sob and covers her face as Emal stalks her down slowly. He reaches out, removing her hands and staring down at her.

“Oh, sorry, brothers! Wrong tent. Didn’t mean to interrupt anything!” The two men exchanged wary glances, one of them subtly reaching for his weapon. Billy raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’m leaving. You guys have a good night.” He exited the tent casually, but as soon as he was out of sight, he bolted toward the rendezvous point. When he arrived, Charles was already there, waiting in the shadows. “What did you find?” Charles asked. Billy recounted the encounter, emphasizing the rogue tattoos. Charles’s face darkened.

Billy was there, trying to keep an eye on me to make sure my condition didn't get worse. -Drink this. -He held out a bottle for me to hold in my hands. I sniffed. It was a stinking smell. -It's witchcraft, I want nothing to do with it. -I blurted out. -You shouldn't have things from that horrid woman. -That hideous woman is the only thing that separates you from death. -Billy insisted, with a sarcastic tone that annoyed me. -I'm not dead, just wounded. I thought you knew the difference. -I reproached, turning around so he would stop talking to me.

Hearing this, Grace then agreed, but insisted on going with him. The two went to many places, but failed to find out where Billy went. Without other choices, Charlie had someone check where Billy's car was going. When Charlie and Grace arrived at the apartment, they opened the door and walked in, only to see Billy in a suit sitting in the corner, whose face showed an ashen color. Grace glanced coldly at Billy and smirked, "You are not dead yet?" Billy had been staring fixedly into the space. Then he withdrew his gaze to look at Grace. After that, Billy immediately looked away.