Grim Reaper Demon Novels & Stories

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

As expected, it takes a lot of explaining to make him understand why a human female is attracted to the hero and not the villain. To fulfill my other duties as Wampus Cat reaper, I’m taught to stand in the middle of the office and access the control console, also known as Hell’s Helm, which rises from the floor on demand like Septimus’s ash tray. Via Hell’s Helm, I’m able to mentally project myself {into} the screens. As it turns out, reapers never really appear in flesh and blood in the human realm. In fact, extended stays on the surface world is fatal to us.

This second life belongs to someone else. This second life doesn't allow me to spoil it and do anything I want. This second life has a purpose, a meaning and a desire to be much better than the first. But all this undead stuff was making me lose sight of my sanity. I could understand how crazy all of this would have sounded if I had told Katherine everything there was to tell. First off, there was the Death Reaper, who didn't look like the monster illustrated in pictures and movies. He actually seemed friendly and, as Krista called him, a "gorgeous dude", considering that he might be the servant of Hades, the Greek god of the underworld.

It was the same attack that sun god used. “Leave my mate alone.” The wolf growled as the wave of solar energy released around him, washing over the vampire with a wave of fire and radiation. He felt his very being on fire! How is he still alive?! ~~~Samantha POV~~~ Spitfire.... Spitfire wake up.... Ugh I don’t want to get up! You must get up! No Daddy I’m tired, just a little bit longer... and I’m a demon.... remember? If you are a demon then get up and remind everyone why you are called that!

He spurted out loud. The courtiers exclaimed their grim remark on their face by hearing the words, as they were fleeing, all of a sudden, the Demon King came in front of them, and without wasting any more time, he started killing — the first to drop dead, was the soldier, and then and then,every one started dropping like flies. When the show ended , it was more than a horrible sight — blood splattered all across, and the moon in the sky glinted the killer of the dead men lying on the floor, mercilessly. It seemed that the Grip Reaper had done it himself. Meanwhile,

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Taking my shirt off partially, I jabbed my nails into the top of my spine, pulling out my sword, Slayer Rhakis and summoned the portal to edge of The Demon Realm. Stepping inside, my senses were clear, smelling the first wave of demons a few miles away into hell. I waited patiently, pacing back and fourth and focusing my ears on Hunnie and Kris as I leaned against the cold and icy, black flesh of a pillar. The Realm's bridge was as wide and long as a football field and made up of squirming flesh. All around the bridge was pitch black, the only light coming from the glowing floor of flesh under my feet and the demons portal from Hell.

Once the soul dissolves inside the evil spirit, they won’t be able to reincarnate again. "I will leave this place no matter what --whether you like it or not!" I shouted. After that I spread my beautiful and strong black wings. My hair turns into long and gentle blue fire. My eyes become all white and my lips turn black. I’m like a beautiful fairy demon but I’m not. I’m a reaper and it is my duty to collect and save souls. A blue fire scythe appeared in my hands then I flew away from hell. I returned back to where I live and that is --the land of the living.

Chris didn't budge, "Like I said, I don't care. I have to find the people behind my parents' death. They will pay. They will pay for everything." Chris flinched as he suddenly felt intense pain on his left wrist. He checked his wrist and an image started to etch on his skin. It felt like his skin is being seared, it continued for over a minute but Chris bore the pain. The pain stopped as soon as the image is completed. Image of a crown. "The contract has been completed." The demon gladly announced. Chris stared at the demon, "State your name demon." The demon laughed, completely delighted and amused with what is happening. “My name is Damien.”