Grim Reaper Demon Novels & Stories

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

He loves the idea of going hunting and practices tracking on his sister. Emile Riff: A Grimm Reaper banished from the reaper society for having murdered another member of the society. He stole a pair of spectacles from another reaper after killing him and stumbled across Silas in a Japanese bar. He becomes intrigued when he discovers a demon was bothering Silas and his family so he makes a deal for a place to stay if he destroys the demon. Unfortunately he finds out the demon is Calix, an old demon friend of his. He instead gives his soul to Calix to save Laurence's soul so he wouldn't have to kill Calix.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Alec explained. With his looks I know he really believed what he was saying, but I don't care. All I care about is me talking with him. "Well I think the guy demon is not so great as he is painted. He seems to be just some frustrated old ugly loser of a guy that has no respect for human lives" I said with a grimace. Alec burst into laughter flashing me his dimples which is one of my weaknesses. I like it when his dimple deeps in. They make him look so cute and I fall in love the most. My heart kept pounding at the sight of it.

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

His lips touch my ear that made me feel the electrifying feeling that travels through my body. “You can’t die right now, Majesty,” he whispered and after that he turned at Reybert. I saw how shocked Reybert was. He looks like seeing a ghost or something. In his eyes, I can clearly saw that he couldn’t believe what he’s seeing. “Long time no see…brother,” Hade greeted. It is a demon’s greet.

Setting his pride aside, still begging for mercy. "Don't waste my time, I have a lot to do. Are you rolling on it? Or should they..." Pointing at the men with black suit and silver 'D' printed on left-side of their suit, he continued, "Whip you out, huh? What say?" A devilish smile hanging on his face, and those dark eyes were void of any kind of emotions. Just looking that those eyes, shivers ran down his spine. Either way the man has to die, one was rolling a hundred time on to one-meter burning charcoal path or else hundred whipping. Did he have any choice? Practically speaking no, a big NO. An old man like him wouldn't be able to complete the full five rolls, he would eventually die befo

But to try to consume a grim reaper, this was never mentioned in a book! Demons naturally have born hostility against Grim Reapers. They won't try to eat grim reapers as grim reapers were neither dead nor alive. For them, reaping apart the grim reaper's soul or injuring it to the core was their way of killing a grim reaper. Grim reapers' souls were different and could not be served as nourishment for demons. Unless it was manipulated by a means that could make it possible. "Be careful everyone! Don't let it catch you! This territorial demon would try to eat us. I have a feeling this thing could consume us."

“It looks like frostbite or something. You have holes. Like skewers or claws, maybe. I’ve never seen . . . what did this?” “Demon,” I said, and the running demon appeared at my side as if summoned. I shrieked. “What?” The demon was close, only a few inches away. Its eyes seared into mine, and I had to force myself to keep my attention on the road. The demon reached for me. My muscles contracted. “On your left! Kick it, kick it!” Reed Taylor didn’t need to be told twice. He kicked spastically at the demon, connecting with it once or twice.

His eyes went to a darker shade. "Appease my guilt?" He smirked. "You think I have time to think about such trivial matter? I'm only doing this as our agreement entails. I don't want you running away later on because you don't want to die. I just want your debts to be bigger, so that you'd have no choice but pay for the price we both agreed on." He's such a heartless evil. Why is he a deity, anyway? He should have been a demon. I think it suits him better.