Grim Reaper Demon Novels & Stories

"... No... You're wrong. When there's at least the consciousness of being tied to a purpose, there's some control over it. The most dangerous thing is when there isn't a conscious that's able to overpower the rest. A body where there's a constant conflict of whom to control the body with no one tied together under the same goal. Where there's a constant change of control over the body. Which is why devils are the ones who made the underworld without their existence that dimension would slowly disappear. You can consider them builders, caretakers and guard dogs to a home. They help out the Grim Reaper in exchange for all those benefits we mentioned earlier." I corrected. " No wonder, Devil he

“Aria, listen to me child. What defines a demon is the blood that courses through its veins. We have been preparing for this day for a very long time. When true vampires walked the earth they were rebellious and unruly. Many had to be punished for their misdeeds. I will spare you the details but suffice to say their blood has gone to good use.” “Their blood?” Aurora asked. “The arrows you use will be coated in the blood of the wicked. When the arrows pierce the skin of the Reapers, they will become infected, killed by a demon so to speak.” Gabriel reached out and took Aurora’s hand. “When I, well, when the end comes, where will I go? I mean, I’m a demon, kind of, so it makes sense I would go

“I give up, as I am tired.” He pleaded with his shivering hand as he still tries to reach for it and towards the reaper he believes and in presence to take his soul into hell. To the silence and dim-like shadows of the selected parts of the room where the full moon is shining and giving its light as it is reflected through the glass walls. Footsteps echoes as the silhouette of the reaper he claims finally introduces. To the light of the moon and the claim reaper, he calls pave its very image in front of him. His blurry vision from his left-right eye, picture out the distinct purple and crimson mix paired of eyes that somehow is illuminating in that dark and resembling both the cold of the ni

I said causing his eyebrows to raise. "First you didn't even change your name dude" I said causing him to chuckle "the demon Dáinn is known to be a bringer of death and collect the souls of the damned, kinda like the grim reaper but worse to be honest" I said letting out a small laugh myself as he smiles at me. "If it wasn't the name that gave you away it would have been your aura" I stated "you hold yourself to a higher standard and try to push power and superiority on those around you as a form of dominance and control" I stated.

“Katarina de’Basille.” Kat sat forward in her seat, leaning her forearms on the desk and giving Ruben an intense stare. “What is the name Basille to you?” “Basille? There is only one Basille that I know of…Lord Basille…One of the ninth level High Demon Lords in the Demon Realm.” Kat looked intensely at Ruben with her eyebrows raised waiting for him to make the connection. Suddenly his eyes went wide and they lifted to hers with a look that was hard to decipher. She smiled ever angelically at him, such a huge contrast from the formidable mouth of teeth just moments ago.

He walked towards the fridge as he brought out the bottle of blood and placed it on the counter, he then stilled for a while as though he was lost in thoughts. ********* April entered her room and shut the door. The event that had happened replayed in her head like a movie. What had she seen in the demon's eyes? She saw him in an ancient wear, his long black hair rested gracefully on his back but that wasn't all, she saw him smile at someone but she didn't see who he was smiling at. She saw the demon smile so happily, so genuinely. What she had seen in his eyes looked so real, she was sure the person she had seen in his eyes was the demon but he wasn't looking like the icy and dark creature

Caleb whispered and I shrugged. "He is no angel. He's a bloodsucking demon, with only one purpose on this earth. To destroy us." The old woman stated vehemently. So much for whispering,huh. "Why do you call him the reaper?" I asked, genuinely interested in the story for the first time.

There was something in the presence of him that made everyone around him seem diminished, uneasy. I should have looked away. I knew that. But I couldn't. Something I couldn't name, a pull held me in place, my gaze fixed on him. Even from this distance, I could feel the cold, hard aura around him. Broad shoulders beneath a dark coat, the fabric stretched taut over his chest. The light traced the contours of his face—sharp, handsome. Godness, how could I use such words to describe The Reaper? Darius spread his arms wide. "Alpha Kael. Welcome. My pack is honored beyond—"

The demon with fangs offered comfort: “No worries, our realm under the rule of the Grim Reaper is both poor and dark. There’s no benefit for the Big Demon to stay here. He’ll surely leave soon. To take a step back, even if the Big Demon stays here now, it won’t matter. When he arrives at the Grim Reaper’s Palace, have you noticed the Big Demon ...?” The fanged demon gestured towards his chest. “Is heavily wounded. If he stays here, eventually, the Warlord Jason will come to subdue him.”

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.