Grim Reaper Hourglass Novels & Stories

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.

It spews a cloud of noxious looking fume, making Van choke. “And as for the hourglass son, you will win a price if you beat that,” Grizzlebark added. Now what does Grizzlebark meant? He has no time for that because he is falling down. His size returns to normal as he plummets towards the ground. CRASH! His landing is nothing smooth and potentially lethal. But there is something about the flower’s fume he inhaled that kept him in one piece. “Hi,” he said to his startled friends.

Aphrodite wanted to step in there, but I immediately restrained her. "Take a good look." I pointed at the pillars of the bridge, if you don't look carefully you can't see it. Because the pillars supporting the bridge are... "What is a reaper?" Aphrodite's eyes opened wide as the supports turned into skulls with bloodshot eyes. I've often seen these white bone reapers guarding Jack's castle, hell no.... Jack's house looks more modern than a castle, so I'm not surprised by the appearance of these reapers.

he hissed, turning toward the presence. The shadow stepped forward. Pale skin like porcelain, eyes blacker than night itself, and a presence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe. “I am what waits at the end of your kind,” the figure said, voice deep and hollow. “You were given years you did not deserve, Clark.” “What the f*ck are you talking about?!” Clark spat, backing away. “Get out of here—this is none of your business!” The Reaper tilted his head. “You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.”

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

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.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Like why I’d felt a mate-bond between myself and Genevieve, when it was clear she couldn’t feel it herself. Kiara lifted her hand, holding it out for me to inspect. A golden bracelet circled her wrist, set with a small hourglass. Sand trickled from one end to the other. A silent countdown to something big—something important, perhaps. In a flash of golden light the bracelet vanished, morphing into a slender cane. The hourglass was perched on top, a few sizes larger. Enough for me to see the individual granules of sand trickling away. “Three spins of this hourglass and I can manipulate the fate of every being in this room. Do you know the power a single grain possesses?”

"How can we fulfill this prophecy and restore balance to the threads of time?" The Spirit Seer's voice is a gentle breeze that carries the weight of ages. "Seek the Temporal Nexus, a place where the veils between past, present, and future converge. There, you shall uncover the fragments of a shattered hourglass—a symbol of the fractured time that must be made whole." Kael's brow furrows in contemplation. "And what then? How do we mend the shattered hourglass and restore balance?" The Spirit Seer's form seems to shimmer with a sense of purpose. "Each fragment you gather represents a pivotal moment in history. Through your actions and choices, you shall mend these fragments, allowing the tapes