Grim Reaper One Piece Novels & Stories

"Valerie Nott... Tatiana Black... oh, and look here, the sad widow herself. Tatiana was pressed against the wall near Brock's casket. Her face was the color of ash. Valerie had gone perfectly still. Like a rabbit hoping the wolves wouldn't see her. "Now," Scarface said. He pulled out a switchblade. He used it to clean his fingernails. "I don't care if the man's dead. Dead men's debts don't disappear. They pass to family." The blade clicked as he folded it shut. The sound made half the room flinch.

I opened my eyes to see a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The man was in his late 60s, standing tall in a crisp military uniform. The sight of the general stars on his shoulders made my eyes sting. He stood in front of the meat grinder. With one hand, he slammed the power switch off. With the other, he grabbed the guard by the throat and tossed him ten feet away like a ragdoll. Ariel turned deathly pale. "Who the hell are you?"

The 1st Elder asked as everyone kept quiet. "I have a feeling that we should not provoke her or we might regret it when all these is over" The Fifth Elder muttered. Back in a Luxury Heavenly room, A figure spat out blood from her mouth as she clutched her chest and coughed hard. She could feel they she has been seriously injured. Thinking of her outcome at the world she went to, she couldn't help but grit her teeth in hatred. She didn't expect that lowly grim Reaper to get the attention of the lord god's soul fragments, at the end she got seriously injured.

He has a solid jawline, clean-shaven face, thinner cheeks with just the right amount of plumpness, dimples that would take any normal woman’s breath away, beautiful bright brown eyes with flecks of gold, a tall leanly-muscled build, and short dark brown hair that is always neatly combed to one side, but tufts at the top in a cute way. I give him a polite nod that contradicts the rude way that I shove past him to step inside. I wordlessly pass him the name and photo of my target that came with the job posting, fixing him with an intense emerald-green gaze. He already knows the drill and I’m not one for pleasantries or small talk. He gives a low chuckle at my straight-to-business attitude, “al

Rider was also engaged, and Sky’s first line, the one that was supposed to be there as a perimeter, was forced to move in to hold them off. Cutter chose a demon to concentrate on, one that was closest to the doorway of the church, but before he could do too much damage, he looked up to see four Reapers closing in, their scythes raised. Unlike any of the Reapers he’d ever pursued, these actually were made of bone, which was startling to him. It took him a moment to recover, and that split second was enough time for one of the Reapers to hit him with a wave of black energy. Cutter staggered backward and fought against it, managing to bring the light from his right hand around to cut through it

Ayira to become a reaper or not I scrunched my mouth and wiggled my cheeks against the hard surface under my face. I blinked my eyes and looked up and my mouth dropped open. I lifted my head and looked down at Grim. God he was beautiful. His black eyelashes were fanned across his high cheekbones. I squinted my eyes. Reapers don't sleep, I remembered. I looked down at his bare chest and swallowed seeing his ink work. Hot damn, he's covered with beautifully done tattoos. I used my index finger to trace one and hear the deep rumble of his laughter building up. I chuckled softly and looked up at his green eyes glowing brightly at me.

we kept on repeating this words until the germ starter vibrating as it slowly levitate . our chanting pitch grew high and the germ exploded sending out an unusual mass energy which knocked everyone away .I groan and manage to get back on my feet ,I took a glance at the circle and behold they stood a figure dressed on black cloak .his face was covered with a hoodies and on his chest was the green eye,his sharp grim reaper scythe was beside him .wait he's a freaking grim reaper now this is sweet . " why did you set me free " was the first word he said and damn his voice sounded rough and old ...

I walked to it and found the white bricks. I threw it up in the air, weighing it for a bit before turning forward and throwing it. Garett who was at the entrance of the truck caught it, his knife already out as he dug it in, took out some of it, and sniffed. I held back my disgust, my eyes watching him momentarily flare up in pleasure before he sniffed and shrugged, “It’s quite good,” I nodded and walked back out. Mr Smith stood sheltered by his guards, his smile wide and pleasing. “I hope everything meets your expectations, Reaper?”

The sound of his boots faded down the hall. I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. My body was still shaking. Not from fear. Or not only from fear. When his teeth had grazed my mark, something inside me had ignited. A heat that started at my neck and poured down through my chest, my stomach, my thighs. My skin had tightened. My breath had caught. And for one terrible, honest second, I had wanted him closer. The Reaper. The man who’d killed his own family. The man who collected territories like other men collected debts.