Grim Reaper Monster High Novels & Stories

“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.

Thorny vines shot out of the woods and wrapped themselves around one of the monsters, trapping it but it wouldn't hold for long. The other two ran towards me with a speed I hadn't expected from monsters their size. Blasting them with my water magic didn't deter them, instead, it angered them further. They had almost gotten to me when the mist popped out six huge monsters, five of which immediately went into action. The winged monster didn't, instead, it trotted to me and nuzzled my cheek, making me smile. The Egran, which I had decided to name my monsters, fought with Karissa's scorpion-wolves with such speed that stunned the scorpion-wolves themselves at first.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

"Please calm down, Miss Vanzie. You are not going to die. The reaper is not going to hurt you and-" "Eekk!" Vanzie screamed with her eyes wide open as she looked up. Her scream took Jennet by surprise and she looked up. There, hovering above them was a black hooded being. The Grim Reaper! Jennet heaved a deep breath of relief. "Ah, Miss Vanzie, don't worry you, eh?!" Her eyes widened when she saw Vanzie was already lying on the floor, losing consciousness. "Miss Vanzie!" she slapped the woman's cheeks repeatedly but the woman didn't rouse.

Tamar promises to cover for her if her guard detail of Dean, Walker, Ross and Brent wakes up. After that, as Miriam ran towards the Misty Mountain Pack border, she listened to music on her headphones and sang along. "I'm friends with the monster That's under my bed. Get along with the voices Inside of my head. You're tryin' to save me. Stop holdin' your breath. And you think I'm crazy. Yeah, you think I'm crazy?" The Monster by Eminem and Rihanna.

Grace could feel her knees trembling. She had a monster standing before her—three meters tall with wings twice the length of its body. It had glowing red eyes and a large bill filled with saw-sharp teeth. Yet she didn't know she could be this brave. She was even half-conscious when she grabbed the sword lying on the ground and somehow swung it at the monster's back. "Come here!" Grace exclaimed, adopting the stance Adro had taught her. CAWK! With rage, the monster lunged at Grace. She ran aside with the heavy sword in both hands. Fortunately, as the monster was injured, its movements weren't as fast as before, allowing Grace to stand beside it and swing the sword at its wings.

He lunged toward me— Fast. Too fast. But this time— I was ready. I didn’t freeze. I moved. Just like Kai taught me. I stepped to the side, grabbed his wrist— Twisted. Hard. Marcus hissed as his balance shifted. For a second— I had him. “I said stay away from me!” I shouted. My voice shook—but my grip didn’t. His eyes darkened. Then— He smiled. “Good girl,” he murmured. The words hit like poison.

If anything, he showed them—just slightly, just enough to remind you what he was. He caught my gaze. Smirked. It was small. Sharp. Lethal. I looked away first. “Next to him,” Loralie whispered, “with the silver eyes and that whole ‘I’ve seen your death’ vibe? Silas Grimm. His family runs the reaper line. Literal emissaries of death. Half-reaper, half-shadow. No one knows his age. Death incarnate in a hoodie. Don't touch him unless you're into soul dismemberment.”

"Cameron Stuart! Just how much more trouble are you trying to cause me!" Natalie Parker's shrill voice rang in my ears, jolting me awake. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw her raising a bottle of sulfuric acid to splash it on me. Recalling the unbearable agony that overwhelmed me in my previous life, I instinctively reached out to grab the bottle. Still, some of the liquid splashed out anyway, dripping onto my body. I gasped in pain. After exhaling deeply, I clenched my jaw and caught Natalie by the wrist. "Are you mad? You can kill someone if you throw an entire bottle of sulfuric acid at them! Don't you know that?"

I close my eyes and fall into a variation of my usual nightmare. It’s quiet, too quiet. The only sounds are the soft patters of mouse paws skirting across wooden floorboards. I’m in the old slave holding cell from my childhood but I am, as I am now, an adult. I’m in my assassin outfit. There are slaves all around me, but they are frozen in time. Their mouths are agape as if they are afraid and their eyes are empty as if they’ve lost the will to live. Their forms are distorted into odd postures, some with their legs bent over their heads or an arm bent backwards against the joint and up. They don’t have hair or distinguishable faces, and they all wear the same rags I remember from my childhoo