Grim Reaper Name Novels & Stories

-Do you know who Azael is? He looks at me with a terrified face. -Azael Grimm? The new? - I'm not quite sure it's called that, but I nod my head because there aren't many people named Azael in this country. So much less in high school. What's more, I think there is only one person in the world named like that and that is him. -What's the matter with him? - He's the one who bumped into us on the day of the dance, Jason- I say bluntly.

“Be gentle.” Reaper lifts his hands in mock surrender. “Always.” He turns to me. “Name’s Reaper, vice president of the Rogue Legion and an Alpha panther.” His green eyes gleam faintly. “If I look like I’m stalking you, I probably am but only to make sure no one else does.” I don’t know whether to be comforted or terrified. Asmodeus steps forward next and floor seems to creak under his weight. “Asmodeus,” he says, voice deep and steady. “I am the Sergeant at Arms also an Alpha bear.” He gives me a small, careful nod. “I guard what’s mine.”

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

She cleared her throat, "it's okay." "Great, thank you. I'm Jerald." "I'm Amari." "See you around, Sister Amari." With that being said, he turned down the corridor and down the stairs, Amari found herself peeping at him as he was going down. "Wait! I'm late." It dawned on her and she hurried to the class, the sisters and brothers were waiting for her, patiently, even though they were talking among themselves. "Good morning, I'm sorry, I'm late." Amari apologize.

I asked as he began to walk. Gregory turned back, leaning over to me, "My name is G-4ce." The rest of the school day is a total loss for me. I just sit and think of a hacker name. Ric-man. That sounds like a superhero who got kicked out of the Fantastic 5, and then they became the Fantastic 4. Ricarian. No, it will sound like I'm a hacker monk. Maybe I should take something that has nothing to do with my name. Smash. Master. Destroyer. I kind of like that one and underline it bold in the back of my diary. Jackal. Intruder. Shadow.

Who slaughtered in the most brutal way possible and wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied. The Grinning Reaper. That’s what everyone called him. Still, I wasn’t afraid of death. Not after losing the only person who made life worth living. So I nodded calmly, answering his question. “Well… I might’ve gotten intel on where he’s hiding. I came to tell you about it.” I dug into my pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Slipping a cigarette between my lips, I flipped the lighter open, waving my hand nonchalantly.

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.”

It made Lisa feel good because it meant that her efforts were not going to waste. Lisa was a grim reaper or angel of death or a shinigami, every culture had a different name for beings like her. She was responsible for guiding discorporate souls, helping them accept death so they could move on to the other side. Whenever someone died in her district she would get an assignment or a prerogative as it was called in the business. Zadkiel was an archangel and her boss; he oversaw her work and that of 25 other reapers that worked in his province.

I ended the call and began my walk to the docks. When I got there, he was already with some of the men there. And a new face that I hadn’t seen before. “Kane. This is Mr Smith. Mr Smith, the one and only Reaper King,” Mr Smith looked like how most men in the business world looked. Short. Stocked up. Covered with so much jewelry and wiry eyes that gave the impression he’d sell me his mother without blinking. “Reaper. I’ve heard so much about you.” I put my hands in my pockets, my eyes staring at the crates behind him. “Are those the shipments?”

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”