Grim Reaper Hourglass Novels & Stories

The silver crescent mark on her left wrist and the raven's wing on her right wrist were both burning with equal intensity now, casting long, ethereal shadows behind her as she walked straight into the pitch-black abyss of the ancient ruins. ​Outside the high arched windows of the hall, the first group of Obsidian Reaper assassins cleared the ridge, their silver-tipped weapons glinting in the dark as they prepared to drop down onto the balconies below, completely unaware that the ancient anchor they had been sent to kill had just walked into the one place where the laws of the living no longer applied.

"And what kind of werewolf supremacist are you to use witch-made bombs? Why not use werewolf-made, hm? Not good enough for you?" "The hourglass is shifting," Seraphina said. "It's emotions are magic, too. Speak to the crowd, Grace. Speak to Mooncrest. Any weakness buys us time." I looked at the hourglass, noting a bit of the sand had slipped out of the bottom. It wasn't a lot, but somewhere, someone was listening to me.

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.

he whispered, hands framing my face, “you are the best thing that ever happened to me. From the moment I took you from that apartment, you changed everything.” I kissed him deeply, pouring every emotion into it. The kiss turned heated, desperate. He took me right there against the cold stone, slow and intense, the snow contrasting with the fire between us. We came together under the stars, whispering vows and promises for the future. Dawn brought the beginning of the end. The original Project Reaper facility was a tomb of concrete and forgotten horrors. Our forces hit hard and fast. Damien led the charge while I stayed back with the children in a secured command post, Elena at my side.

Jo could see a faint red light glowing from inside the space, as if Holland was announcing her presence with her signature color. Jo grabbed the two remaining silver nitrate grenades she had in her utility belt and pulled the pins on each with her teeth before she lobbed them both into the room. If there were other Vampires in the room, they might be taken out by Christian’s invention, but she knew that Holland was too powerful for something like that to hurt her.

The aura melted into the flames, and the bloodstone and token were instantly melted. A moment later, above the flames, a golden and transparent hourglass appeared, and blue starlights appeared in the hourglass. Just then, an old voice boomed loudly, "The sacrifice this time received 120 grams of the Dragon God's Grace. You can choose to exchange for the following items." Below the hourglass, a screen made out of light appeared immediately, and the images and names of more than a dozen items appeared on it. "Marrow Cleansing Pill. Costs 90 grams of grace points. Capable of cleansing a mortal's body of impurities and helping them become a cultivator."

We had come this far, and the path ahead was clear, even if the details were obscured in mystery. Without hesitation, we stepped through the barrier and approached the old woman. She handed us the hourglass, its sands shimmering like stardust. "The Hourglass of Eternity. It can navigate the stream of time, taking you to the very beginning. Use it wisely." As the hourglass touched our hands, a rush of memories flooded our minds. Scenes from our past, both individually and together, replayed like a montage. The hourglass was connecting us to the moments that had shaped our journey, perhaps showing us the way forward.

Her sleep was dreamless until she entered the wolf's hour, inviting her deepest fears back into her mind—the hour between night and dawn when most people die, sleep is the most profound, and nightmares are the most real. Minnow was back in the playground, lying on the wet slimy nature floor. A man was moving his heavy body on top of her suffocating her with his weight. The stranger grunted and moaned in her ear, leaving the side of her face warm and damp from his laboured breaths in the cold night air. Her sex burned like a sharp glowing iron mercilessly and endlessly pierced it. Her core stretched and ripped apart from the ruthless thrust from the man's firm hips.

Since she wanted to try something, she toom it as a chance. Could it be possible for grim reapers to knock? She did heard that her kind can touch something when the clock strikes at three in the morning because that is where they get their bodies... or soul, be active. A small smile crept on her lips for the first time after two decades. To her surprise, Shane opened the door. "I see, it's you," She said. "Your time is up, Shane Hoseinzade. You lived wonderfully," She slashed her scythe on his neck but to her surprise, the scythe went through Shane and wasn't able to harm him.

Odin smirked and crossed his legs over the other. I grabbed my stuff and rose up from the floor. With a subtle wave of my hand, I summoned shadows that enveloped the area, obscuring my presence. Gin, undeterred, chanted an incantation, and a gust of wind swept through the area, dispersing the shadows. Our eyes locked, and Gin's lips curved into a sly smile as he traced symbols in the air with his hands. Dark tendrils surged from the ground, attempting to ensnare me. With a swift gesture, I conjured a barrier of shimmering energy, deflecting the tendrils.