Grim Reaper Name Novels & Stories

"Try playing Halo 3 online." "Oh no," he said, shaking his head. "Not another one. "Reaper plays that game all the time, and I never quite got the hang of it." "Reaper? That assassin guy? I wonder what his gamertag is. I may have played him." Shane actually looked incredibly embarrassed. "Evil Fluffy Kitten." Shamira's eyes widened. "You're kidding?" "No. He finds it amusing." "He doesn't look like he has a sense of humor."

the mysterious being said to me in a forbidding whisper-like voice. “Wh-who are you,” I asked with fear lacing my words. The mysterious being slowly turned towards me and with a sarcastic smirk he replied, "I am a shell of the God I once was, my dear Gia. I have had many names, Hel, La Muerte, Shinigami, Psychopomp, and Thanatos. Many in North America know me as the Grim Reaper or just plain Death for short. In this moment, and under this demon’s rule, I am Thanatos.

“What about this Reaper? He’s no longer a suspect?” “No. He had nothing to do with the attack on Liam or the attacks on Wendy. When we arrived in Purgatory, James was trying to attack Wendy and Graten, whom you know as Reaper, was fighting James to protect her.” “You’re sure?” Graten decided that he had enough of the conversation and cleared his throat, “I can assure you that I most definitely am not the enemy and my name is not Reaper.” Damon’s eyes grew wide with shock. He hadn’t even noticed Graten in the corner.

It was a wooden scythe with a u-shaped moon. He’s a– “Grim reaper,” I mumbled. “You’re a grim reaper?” With wide eyes, I took two steps backward. “I sure am.” He grinned more seeing my reaction. I looked at him from head to toe. “You don’t look like one though. Grim reapers usually blend in with the mormians making it easy for them to catch evil spirits.” He gave me a stern look. “It’s because I’m born to stand out.” He stared back to the road and put his hands in his pockets. “Besides, no evil spirit can escape Grip,” he boastfully added.

If Octavius is busy remembering his past, he won't have time to think about my body and how he might use it. "Alright, let's start with the basics. My name is Octavius Jude; I can't remember my age since it's been a while. Normally I would tell others that I'm ancient, and that's about it. The only thing I remember is that I come from a Greek family and my last name means "praised", so as a kid, I always thought I was a God. My parents weren't that original in choosing my name- I was their eighth son, so they basically named me eight. About my brother- we're not related, that's obvious, but we've been companions for centuries and soon became closer than blood brothers. Darling, blood isn't a

He smiles bowing in return as he tilted his head slowly and slightly unto the side, introducing his name. “Death God who plays with life and death roams my world with my scythe in two. I took the deal and this is my game, tell me your desire as I’ll be happy to gift it unto you. The name’s Arius.” Befitting his name and the mark of his life and what he is showing unto her. Winona knows deeper and more as she can see that the reaper in front of her is one of the shard soul and existence of the original ‘him’, and is very well living the life opposite to his equivalent, yet is ringing the eeriness and dread she could not shove away. She smiles as she speaks.

Luric slid a platter full of delectables in front of me. "Please eat your fill princess I'm certain that your child is just as hungry as you," he said sincerely and poured tea into another cup and offered it to me. I grabbed it brushing his long fingers and froze at the tingles that went down my arm like electricity. I instantly looked up into his strange eyes. I noticed that his smile was gone and his brow was deeply furrowed. "My full name is Skye Evanore Sylric and I'm the reaper queen and queen of the northern elves," I said softly and he nodded.

He stroked my hand with his thumb. “The bringers of death?” I suggested. “The Delazar’s thrive on war. Their leader loves chaos and power. Delazar believes the weak should be killed.” He paused, with a grim look on his face, and I thought back to what Sam said about his brother, then he continued, “Reaper is the name he gave our clan because we are the bringers of death.” “Have you… brought death to anyone?” I wanted his answer to be no but a part of me wondered and I had to know.

Or at least he changed the name of his establishment the day I came into the world and knew the name my parents had chosen for me. That's why the men in the Family call me Didi. Andrea is a masculine name in Italy, but my mother liked the irony when she knew it was a name given to girls in France. My grandfather, Dino, was the Don in charge before Vincenzo. When our father announced that he was refusing to take over the Don's position, Grandpa asked my brothers who would be interested in taking over the Bonani Family. Vincenzo was the heir apparent. Salvatore and Terzo have always preferred the field and couldn't imagine being locked in an office for long hours. And, as we all know, Vincenzo

he smiles “And he is... but his girlfriend or whatever, knows us from the streets... he also has balls and from what I saw he is more of a leader than him...” “Did he recognize you?...” he nods smiling “I think we have another fixed client…” he says proudly. “Can... who is it?...” I ask with curiosity, he shrugs his shoulders and comments nonchalantly “The truth is that I have no idea, but he knows us from the street, my name is Grim Reaper and you D...” he smiled when he heard the name and I answered him “Maybe it's one of the girls we protected...” he nods and comments