Grim Reaper Goblin Novels & Stories

She knew that. "For God sake, I'm older than this motherfucker" she cursed beneath her breath as wandered the graveyard. She went there after school hours or when she wasn't busy teasing Austin, for some reason she felt at peace here. Maybe because she was a Ghost, but it was one place she felt alive. She came across Austin's mothers grave and thought about using her as a perfect revenge plot, but she knew it would jeopardise any plan of her getting help from him. So she cancelled that option

Romera turns down the offer and addresses her gaze to the lights of the darkness above her. “What the hell are you?” The goblin’s words seep from his mouth. His teeth are coated with blood, along with mis mouth from his sharp teeth biting in his flesh to try and avoid some of the paint. That same blood spills from the sides and creeks of his mouth. Garth drags the knife along the left side. This wound accuracy is so perfect, and because his victim is so skinned, the blade runs along the middle rib on his left side. The hedge of the energy blade tilts down by the apex then slices down into the flesh. The sudden attack forces another welching of pain from the guild member. As soon as the blade

I opened my eyes to see a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The man was in his late 60s, standing tall in a crisp military uniform. The sight of the general stars on his shoulders made my eyes sting. He stood in front of the meat grinder. With one hand, he slammed the power switch off. With the other, he grabbed the guard by the throat and tossed him ten feet away like a ragdoll. Ariel turned deathly pale. "Who the hell are you?"

"Are you looking to hire a proxy fighter?" "Order now, and I strike immediately. Ironclad confidentiality guaranteed for a slight premium." The Goblin audibly gulps, staring at my exorbitant rates. "But your prices are insanely high! Can't you give me a discount?" "Absolutely not, sweetie. The Reaper strikes with lethal efficiency. My prices will only go up from here." "Come on, Reaper," the Goblin pleads, leaning closer with a desperate, sleazy smile. "I can offer you some...free physical relief in exchange. Just give me a small discount—"

I took a deep breath as his gaze sent chills down my spine, forcing myself not to meet his eyes with my own. I had to remind myself who he really was. He was the Reaper, the man who killed his whole family, the man who could kill with his bare hands. I had to remember that, I couldn’t let myself see him as handsome…even if I couldn’t deny that he certainly was. I pulled out a chair on my end of the table, as far away from Kael as possible. Before I could sit, I heard a low growl coming from Kael, making me snap my eyes back to his face.

It was believed that they bring bad fortune and will cause a pandemic. But according to the tales from the people living outside the Empire, goblins were just like human beings, they were only cruel to those who are cruel to them and were also good to those who are good to them. They were not scary and ugly as what the books said. "When my grandmother saw one, she was hypnotized by its beauty. She even told us how she fell in love with the Goblin when she first saw it. It was a very good-looking man who hides his face under a mask." said by the same old woman when Amara was fifteen.

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

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

As we move, Wasp is too busy whining about how done he is with the job, but at least he doesn't question me. Daytime is a new level of misery next to this guy. "About?" He jumps in front of me. Wasp is an interesting specimen. He's shorter than any vampire I've met, and his complexion reminds me more of a goblin than a beautiful, graceful immortal. Perhaps that's one of the reasons why I enjoy working with my brother so much. Octavius is a prime example of an ancient vampire- perfect in every sense of the word.