Grim Reaper Blade Novels & Stories

the one who is chasing her was almost close to her! “PLEASE!, HELP ME GRIM REAPER!!!!”. I plead, I plead to the Grim Reaper to help the Grim Reaper just stared at where Me Ann was “PLEASE!! HHWWUUAAA!!!” my tears are dripping and begging GRIM REAPER to save Me Ann “PLEASE!!! HELP ME!!!!” “is that... a zombie... so that’s how it is”- Grim Reaper “HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!!” He only looks at me intently, then suddenly he lifts his crescent scythe and stabs me with it!

followed by the deep, rhythmic footprint of a man who thought he was safe in his own fortress. I reached for my Beretta out of habit, but the practical, asshole part of my brain reminded me that the recoil of a .45 would probably collapse my lung for good this time, so I shoved the gun back and pulled the combat blade from my belt instead. I stepped out of the shadows just as the guard turned the corner, and for a split second, the kid's eyes went wide as he realized the Reaper was currently standing in his basement looking like a ghost that had been chewed up by a lawnmower.

Even when Dale had unlocked his dark magic, the man had the right defenses, sending it back with ease. “He’s too strong,” Dale whispered. Grim wasn’t blind. He could see. Reed went for their throats first, attacking them before they could manage to catch their breaths. He might have missed Dale, but his precision paid off as he nicked Grim before he could jump out of the way. It was a slight cut, but it hurt like hell. Reed smirked. “Feel that, Grim? That’s the silver-studded blade talking. I had prepared for this very moment.”

He tries to fight back but I'm stronger than I look, I pin him face up to the desk, my blade under his chin, so close to his throat. “Please, I have a family, kids—” “argh,” I groan. They always say this, like it should have some effect on me but I'm Requiem, I feel nothing, nothing except the strong urge to shut him up forever. “Stop begging, and stop wiggling or I'm going to get upset.” I snap, pressing the blade deeper into his flesh where I make my first clean cut, making him cry out in pain. His scream isn't filled with enough terror, I need to feel the terror in his voice so I slice again on the same the same spot, pushing my blade deeper until I feel something grate my blade, perfect—

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."

I then stood up as I felt that his healing power was slow. I grabbed the reaper's blade again and put the blade on his throat. He started laughing hysterically as he saw the blade. "You can not scare me with these toys, Eve. I had seen these centuries ago. They can not hurt me." He said with a satisfied smile on his face. I gritted my teeth and knelt down on the ground. I pulled out the dagger of Eve from my cape and he went all pale. I cut his left hand with the dagger and he screamed loudly in pain.

I turned to him, my face full of concern. "We have to be super vigilant, reapers can now simply hunt you. You could end up in the void and I have no desire to have to retrieve you from that monotone realm," I mumbled bitterly. Ellis was nodding. I rubbed my eyes as my skin started to tingle, signaling another reaper close by. No sooner did I blink and Lestat entered into the hall where we were at, carrying a long sword. I cursed and pulled Ellis behind myself. He yelled,"what?" I told him a reaper had appeared and he looked around frantically as I clenched my fist and opened it calling on my family inherited scythe. All the Reoch members had one because my great grandfather Darassan, was onc

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

I walked to it and found the white bricks. I threw it up in the air, weighing it for a bit before turning forward and throwing it. Garett who was at the entrance of the truck caught it, his knife already out as he dug it in, took out some of it, and sniffed. I held back my disgust, my eyes watching him momentarily flare up in pleasure before he sniffed and shrugged, “It’s quite good,” I nodded and walked back out. Mr Smith stood sheltered by his guards, his smile wide and pleasing. “I hope everything meets your expectations, Reaper?”

With a sigh, she went to her own room. As she showered, Rica couldn’t stop thinking about Venom, his image of fighting etched in her mind. She smiled, finding him undeniably attractive. But then her thoughts shifted to Virus, and her expression darkened. "That jerk," she muttered under her breath. The Reapers The pack was busy in the training room, each focused on their tasks. Ghost was shooting targets, Stalker practiced archery, Hacker was jogging on the treadmill, and Blade was delivering powerful punches to a bag. Butcher stood silently by, observing them all.