Grim Reaper Holding Hourglass Novels & Stories

“Would you guys go through all that pain to save the demon that tried to kill you?” The black screen faded into the warm glow of the study’s foot lamps, enhanced by the Haunters’ lights. I was sitting on one of the loveseats with my Haunters mug, in the middle of my passionate rant praising Brandon. Conveniently edited to leave the arrogant prick bit out, but that was perfectly fine with me.

Deagon told me congratulations and handed me my satin box. "You will only have one collection your first week, two the second week and so on. I'm certain you'll be exceptional dear," he winked and put the box on my desk along with a silver pocket watch and micro thin clear gloves. I lifted my gloves and marveled at the material. Once all the boxes were distributed Deagon told the class loudly,"Always remember that young human children, pets and those that have ever had a brush with death or are dying can see you without your gloves. Congratulations, you all are free to begin your reaping." Jenna jumped up grabbing my hands and danced around. I pulled away from her and felt like my reaper box

A Reaper stepped through the portal opening. Tall, with ebony hair, he wore the long black cloak she expected to see, a scythe in his hand. The man quickly ran to the left of the portal, and then another Reaper appeared on his heels. Dressed identically, with the same weapon, he ran to the right. Then, another sprang forth, and another. Ru watched, her eyes wide as the Reapers continued to pour out of the portal, as if Hell had spilled an inkwell and the thick, black substance was covering the entire earth.

“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 distinctive black color of eyes that pins the death reaper in every aspect. His whisper towards him echoes.

Silas watched me and then followed me curiously. "So you're really a grim reaper?" He asked with interest. "Oh yeah!" I told him and looked at him. "I got kicked out though and stole these from a reaper," I pointed to the glasses. "Without these all reapers can't see." He looked at them with interest. "Really?" He asked and then laughed. "So like Black Butler?" "Yeah," I told him and looked at him. "Very much like Black Butler, except we actually have scythes and blades instead of lawn mowers and other outside equipment for a lawn." He laughed and then smiled hugely.

"Firstly, I want to tell you all that I'm grateful for setting me free. Secondly, I as a grim reaper would go back to my post and continue my job. Thirdly, I don't give a fuck of whatever is happening to god" "Grim Reaper, you are not allowed to cuss in the palace " The second Elder reprimanded. "Whatever " She mouthed and turned to leave but suddenly her body was bound with a chain making her unable to leave. "Grim Reaper Rose, This is your mission you are not allowed to reject it. Accepting it guarantees your freedom." The Third Elder dressed in a blue apparel suddenly spoke. His voice was gentle and could make anyone listen to him but unfortunately the person is Rose Blair.

he continued closing his eyes. “No, Grip... Don’t close your eyes please,” I begged but he didn’t respond. “Wake up, Grip!” I lightly slapped his cheek multiple times with my bloody hand. “Stay with me...” I wept. “I will let him rest if I were you.” I turned around and saw an unfamiliar guy wearing a silver cloak embroidered with gold on its hem. A glowing halo was above his head. “Please... help him,” I pleaded. “Reapers don’t die. Judging his wounds he will completely heal after a week,” he uttered as if it was nothing.

I had a brief vision that was blurred and completely incoherent. "I'm fucked, aren't I, I can't become a reaper and will die in my eighties, huh," I mumbled sadly with a slight buzz. I had drained two full glasses and I was sad drunk. I plopped next to Grim and a tear fell down my cheek. He looked at me and wiped it away. "Don't weep, I haven't exhausted all my tricks yet, besides some half reapers are immortal," he smirks. I leaned back into the couch cushions and passed out from my drunkenness.

The talisman had a zigzag veined pattern on it. Even though it seemed like a thin paper, it permeated an oppressive and robust force, as if a boulder was pressing onto them. Caspian saw the talisman and was stunned. He saw such a talisman before. "I didn't expect that I'll need to use this Talisman of Concentrated Vitality. This is so despicable! Despicable!" Grim Reaper was bloody, and his face was ashen as he lost a lot of blood, making him seem more sinister.

They fell, fell, fell the words of a conspiracy that let go of the soul and closed the dead path to the world of the living. - Wait a minute! – Lesna rushed to Tamir. "Wait, I've got... She fumbled in her bosom and pulled out what she had taken with her, and which, in her grief, she almost forgot. Bone comb. The girl bent down, about to place her present in her stiffened hand. At that very moment, cold, dead fingers trembled and squeezed Lesana's wrist. The scream stuck in my throat. The victim rushed, but lifeless hands held tight. The black motionless eyes opened wide and looked at the Citadel apprentice with hungry malice.