Grim Reaper Hourglass Novels & Stories

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.

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.

My eyes flashed with desperation as I watched on helplessly. Channeling the last strength I had left in me, I invoked a forbidden incantation, calling upon the power of my patron. A torrent of shadows burst forth, clashing against the cyclone, But Gin's determination was unyielding. With a fierce cry, he amplified the cyclone's strength, overwhelming my dark magic. The shadows receded, and the cyclone converged upon me, encapsulating me within a brilliant pillar of light. As the light dissipated, I knelt before they weakened, my robes tattered and my staff splintered.

“Every member of our pack dedicated their souls to Fenrir. None of us care about going to Heaven, and we sure as buggery don’t want to go to Hell.” “I’m calling for backup.” The male reaper reached into his cloak. Raising my gun, I shot a needle into his sternum. Golden light flashed from his chest, and he disappeared. “What did you do to my boss?” The young reaper backed toward the door. I pointed the gun at her. “Are you going to give us any trouble?” She shook her head. “Shrink your scythe and put it back into your pocket,” Griff said. The young reaper did as he asked.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

I had unknowingly closed my eyes. But when I opened them, the two alphas were face to face. He was foaming at the mouth as he banged against the glass, ramming it with his whole body as it shook. Dr. Dawson smirked. He taped the glass with a mocking expression. As the specimen had nothing he could think of doing for more intimidation. He started to pace back and forth, staring Dr. Dawson down, growling at him and baring his teeth.

Only the Moon Goddess knows how many phones I've had to buy for her, she thought with a flicker of annoyance. She opened the message. It was a picture. Her eyes widened in horror. It was a symbol, carved deep into stone. A twisted crescent moon crossed with a dagger. Reaper's Guild. Those damn professional assassins. Her fingers flew across the screen with a terse reply to Lyra: That's a Reaper's Guild mark. They're Elite Rogue kidnappers, quite expensive and they leave no loose ends. If they left that, they wanted it seen. Be careful, Lyra. They knew you were coming.

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

Bright red, like fire. "What the hell is this?" the aggressive man shouted, his voice cracking with fear. The symbols flared brighter. The heat in the air intensified, becoming unbearable. And then, from the center of the circle, something began to rise. A stone pedestal emerged from the sand, smooth and black. And on top of it sat a single object. An hourglass. The sand inside was blood red, and it had already begun to fall. "You have seventy-two hours," the voice said. "Survive, and you may live to witness the next trial. Fail, and you will remain lost... forever."

Reaper I made good on my promise. I turned the entire southside into a slaughterhouse. For the first twenty-four hours, the Midnight Reapers moved like storms. We kicked in the doors of every known Skulls trap house, every front business, every warehouse by the docks. We broke bones, shattered teeth, and dragged their bleeding lieutenants into the mud.