Grim Reaper Dog Novels & Stories

He yelled against the excruciating pain of wolfsbane, a white crystal like powdered substance known as the greatest source of pain and weakness to his kind, the Werewolves, and tonight he ensured this horrific fate in the hands of the infamous Rouge werewolf huntress Katarina Romanov. "Do not worry, I'm sure the answers will come to you in due time, little doggy" she said in a seductive Russian accented voice. She had long red hair at waist length and her eyes were grey in color, she was drop dead gorgeous, with a tall build and naturally endowed with seductive womanly curves capable of luring most men into lust and hunger for its touch. The tortured prisoner bared his fang at her, the term

I cracked my neck back into place after the minor whiplash and gave a little squeeze with my legs to encourage him to move on again, to which he replied by shaking his head. Great, a horse with a fucking attitude. I looked over at the gray dog, my eyes widening when I saw that he was no longer a one-eyed weimaraner, but instead a large gray wolf, much larger than any werewolf I had ever seen before. I shook my head. "Thankfully, you're on my side, pooch." I swear that I saw him roll his good eye, as if being with me was a lot of work.

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.

The 1st Elder asked as everyone kept quiet. "I have a feeling that we should not provoke her or we might regret it when all these is over" The Fifth Elder muttered. Back in a Luxury Heavenly room, A figure spat out blood from her mouth as she clutched her chest and coughed hard. She could feel they she has been seriously injured. Thinking of her outcome at the world she went to, she couldn't help but grit her teeth in hatred. She didn't expect that lowly grim Reaper to get the attention of the lord god's soul fragments, at the end she got seriously injured.

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

He was listening and nodding his head. So you're manipulating the different molecules to do your bidding, so bossy," he teased and I grunted and walked straight through the door to hear him say Whoa. My cell phone started ringing and I answered seeing it was Liam. "Morning sis, thought you'd like to know that Rai's put out the open hunt on your mate, reapers are free to send him on without any card. You both may end up in the void if they don't take off your heads and end you permanently," he said softly. I sighed sadly and thanked him for the heads up.

"I'm—I'm sorry Sam. I know you tried to save him with all your might. But I, I was just . . . really furious right now!" "That's why we should stop blaming each other. We have a enemy to interrogate and to kill." Malco led the way with Alexander, Mel of the fey clan, Jason with Sam supporting in his shoulders behind him. They reached the dungeon where the the person was being chained with silver bane. A painful and very sharp weapon created by the Werewolf faction. This time he pulled the trigger and raised the gun in their enemy face. "Where is Alexandra?!" Alexander demanded as he dug the gun in his wound, causing the person to shriek in pain. But after a minute he began laughing and spat

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.

He has a solid jawline, clean-shaven face, thinner cheeks with just the right amount of plumpness, dimples that would take any normal woman’s breath away, beautiful bright brown eyes with flecks of gold, a tall leanly-muscled build, and short dark brown hair that is always neatly combed to one side, but tufts at the top in a cute way. I give him a polite nod that contradicts the rude way that I shove past him to step inside. I wordlessly pass him the name and photo of my target that came with the job posting, fixing him with an intense emerald-green gaze. He already knows the drill and I’m not one for pleasantries or small talk. He gives a low chuckle at my straight-to-business attitude, “al

The scream that rips out of me isn’t just grief; it’s full of agony and rage. Zion appears in the doorway, a towering black wolf, his eyes glowing gold in the smoke and flashing lights. He snarls, head low, teeth bared, his entire body tensed to strike. “Kill them all,” I whisper, voice shaking with anger. He launches without hesitation. His jaws close around Reaper’s shoulder, and with a sickening crunch, he rips the entire arm free from its socket. Blood sprays across the floor. Screams echo through the room. Reaper goes down hard.