Grim Reaper Dog Novels & Stories

He turned and looked at me with eyes that looked like two burning embers. "You're the fucking Grim Reaper," I gasped and fell to my ass and watched him easily conquer the Banshee with a swipe of his scythe. I scrambled to my feet, grabbed my sword and swung it at the seeker that was approaching Rai's back. I separated its spine and watched it crumble into nothing. I turned and watched Rai closely, admiring him as he twisted and turned his scythe and sliced the corpse seekers in two. Their blood was flowing everywhere and I worried about my pilot. I hurried to the hangar and looked inside to see Doug sleeping soundly on a cot. I exhaled my relief and turned to see Grim, well Rai, wiping his s

“Here’s your killer, Chief. Look at this fucker! Goddamn monster!” He jangled the dog’s body at us as he talked. It looked like a German Shepherd. Maybe a mix with something else. It was big but still had to be a quarter of the size of what I’d seen by the Skoger place. “Caught this fucker out behind the Pamida. Bill Crenshaw’s wife said she’d seen it up round the high school last couple days with a mangy look. Sonofabitch must’ve been rabid and gone after poor ole Pete.”

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. The hunters panic. Some fire wildly. Others try to flee. Another wolf crashes in, it's similar to Zion’s but older, his eyes cold and full of judgement. Zion’s father. They tear through the Arkan as if they are the embodiment of my wrath itself.

— These weren’t normal dogs. The the Cromwell family had raised them since birth, feeding them raw meat to train them to attack people. Even the villagers avoided them. They had never backed down from anyone before. But now— The old man blew his whistle again, calling them back— “Hey! Come back! Here!” But they never stopped running. They would rather die than return. Because sometimes, animals had a better instinct than humans. They knew who could be messed with— And who was untouchable. This wasn’t a girl. This was a grim reaper.

The Ravener Dogs Unleashed From deeper tunnels came a guttural growl, inhuman and haunting. The Ravener Dogs. Misshapen beasts bred by the Hollow, their twisted bodies half-bone, half-flesh, with glowing hollow sockets for eyes. They could sense life. They could smell fear. “They’re releasing the dogs!” Victor barked through the comm. “Light barriers, NOW!” Seraphina shouted from the ritual chamber above. Sigils embedded into the floor activated, casting radiant walls of silver light, slicing through some of the first wave. The Ravener Dogs shrieked as parts of their bodies were vaporized — but others kept charging.

As if psyched to him, the Canines prowl to Mom: tongue wiping teeth, cut-out tails wagging for orders, with a feral hunger in their eyes. I once owned an Akita, before it died from cancer. These aren’t couch dogs, but blood-lust predators, bred for violence. You don’t pat them, you give them bodies. They bathe in the blood of Tristan’s enemies. Silencing screams behind iron bars, snapping bones like twigs. I call them graves with bellies. The monsters that ate my Dad. Mon whimpers with fire in her eyes. Good, don’t let him see you break. You taught me that. Now, I need you to endure for us.

His words were ice-cold, but I smiled anyway. "Why didn’t you go ahead and bite me? I thought you were really going to do it." "Show up in front of me covered in blood again and I'd do it, since you want it so badly," he said, and I chuckled. "Your dog is really so cute," I grinned, but it was a lie. The dog was far from being cute. It looked like it had crawled out of a horror movie, with its jet-black fur, unblurred glowing eyes, and a face only its owner could love.

I would do anything to make their lives miserable after the misery that they had caused me. One thing that Callan and his bitch of mate didn’t realize was that Reaper had the ability to compell wolves to do his bidding. However, his power only extended so far as it only worked on wolves that were not in a pack. What better way to keep your hands clean, than having someone else do the dirty work. It didn’t take much work for Reaper to compell Stacey, an elderly lady that had been banished from Callan’s pack after multiple generations had served his family.

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.

“Give it back! Give my head back!” “How about I give you a piece of my f*cking mind instead, you lil b*tch?!” Javier snarled as he whacked the dog with the stick. He had been lulled into believing that this con-dog had been stopped from terrorizing others, but holy hell, this was no dog! This dog was straight-up magic! It cosplayed a ghost at night for a living! Who the f*ck in their right mind would believe this if they did not see it!