Grim Reaper Dog Novels & Stories

Everything I see is recorded by my neural implant and transmitted back to SynerGen for Frostgrave's viewing pleasure. But the temptation is too great. I can not resist. I only take a quick look over my shoulder, but in that instant I get more than a full view. Dog has completely undressed, dropping his shorts to the floor, and is now standing at the chandelier. His broad, muscular back is glistening with sweat and painted with silvery streaks of moonlight like the skin of a white tiger. His hard, powerful ass clenches tightly as he violently pumps his cock into her fist, snarling with each thrust.

Dysnomia sits outside with the pup in her arms. “Hi Gunther,” she greets, “Do you want to meet Derora?” Gunther trots up to her and I feel his glee in anticipation of Dysnomia’s horror when she catches his smell. She doesn’t disappoint. “Gunther, bad dog!” she scolds him.

Lucas looked at me like I was deranged. "I really don't know. " I defended myself. I just became a wandering ghost just a few weeks ago. I am not knowledgeable in the world of dead. "Grim reapers don't age, they are like us. They have a long life span. I don't know how they become grim reapers but I know is that some of them lived like a living being. They eat, sleep, and work like normal people. So I guessed they have to follow living being's nature and adapt in human society."

When he finally opened his eyes, the dogs opened theirs as well. Sensations of anger and hatred streamed from the grave, washing over Josef like an intoxicating balm as the canine corpses began to twitch and move. The dark feelings were not directed at him, Josef knew. He also knew that the objects of the hate and anger were not very far away. Very slowly, the reanimated dogs pushed their way to their feet. Josef stood up and extended a slender finger to the left. The pit bulls immediately began heading in that direction, lurching silently forward on unsteady legs.

About an hour has passed by, Gracie’s waist length golden brown hair is drenched from swimming with Gunner, her pink two piece bikini remains damp whilst beads of water trickle down her slightly tanned toned physique. A silver mustang pulls up near her, tires roll over the cakey sand, the car stops, the engine cuts off. A slightly tall man around six feet steps out, then a German shepherd appears from the car. A loud rumbling twang voice reaches Gracie’s ears over the rushing ocean waves, “Hi ma’am is your dog friendly? Would it be ok for our dogs to play?” The woman yells back embodying Texas twang, “Sure that is fine!” Gunner and his new friend, splash and frolic near the shoreline, sinkin

They all had Dead Man’s flower on them. “And may I ask who you are?” The vampire asked, standing by the door. I was resisting every urge to attack him and sending him back to the deepest pits of hell. “The Grim Reaper,” I said pointing to my outfit. His crimson eyes raked me before he scoffed, unimpressed. “Good one,” he said. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. His crimson shone when he opened them. They flared with curiosity, recognition, and interest. “I know you. That smell,” he said walking further into the room. “You are that wolf from last night.”

Seeing the six dogs line up beside the Rogue Lycan, I could tell that he had trained him. “It was you.” I muttered while looking around Kierian’s larger frame. “Well, not me, but yes I was involved.” The Rogue Lycan chuckled. “What are dogs going to do?” Liam scoffed. “These aren’t just any dogs. They were raised to drink Vampire blood. Actually, they aren’t even dogs. I guess you can call them Vampire Dogs. They aren’t dead, but their consumption of blood allows them the speed and long life of a Vampire, as well as the strength and instincts of a dog. They have also been fed Lycan blood, but we don’t know the effects of that yet. This is our trial run.” He reached down to pat the head of th

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Goodness, fine!" I helped her stand and she brushed herself off. She glared at all the dogs before lifting her hand. "Sit!" Then, six butts hit the ground. The dogs' tails thudded against the earth and saliva dripped to the grass from panting mouths. She pointed at each one of the dogs and spoke their names, I forgot them all as soon as she spoke them. Except one. Daisy was this huge Bernese Mountain dog with thick fur and a huge loving smile. I already knew she was going to be my favorite. I didn't remember the others, but I knew the Great Dane was Eliza's favorite.

“Be gentle.” Reaper lifts his hands in mock surrender. “Always.” He turns to me. “Name’s Reaper, vice president of the Rogue Legion and an Alpha panther.” His green eyes gleam faintly. “If I look like I’m stalking you, I probably am but only to make sure no one else does.” I don’t know whether to be comforted or terrified. Asmodeus steps forward next and floor seems to creak under his weight. “Asmodeus,” he says, voice deep and steady. “I am the Sergeant at Arms also an Alpha bear.” He gives me a small, careful nod. “I guard what’s mine.”