Grim Reaper Online Novels & Stories

That was the last memory I carried into death. Then came the darkness. A tall man dressed in black stood before me, a hood covering his face. Only shadows where his features should be. “Poor thing,” his voice rumbled — deep, echoing, almost gentle. “Who are you?” I whispered. “The Grim Reaper,” he said. “And you, Kaya Macherson, are in the land of the dead. But your story isn’t over yet.” My breath caught. “I’m giving you a second chance — five months,” he continued. “Avoid your death, make Damon Moretti fall in love with you, and uncover the one who killed you. Fail… and you’ll vanish forever.”

I froze and my grip on the case tightened until it groaned. The Reaper leaned in closer, his black eyes glinting. "And just yesterday morning... that same buyer placed an order for a second strike.”

Benny lowered his head before saying, "I'm afraid it's something major, Ms. Mosley." Seeing that, Caius smiled and said, "It's alright. Ms. Mosley. Why don't we hear what it is? I doubt your guard would be impolite enough to interrupt us if it wasn't something serious." Thinking he had a point, Lavinia said, "Go on." "Ms. Mosley, we received an urgent report saying that Reaper, the ninth-ranking hitman on the hitman tier list, has come to Goldspire." "What?" Lavinia exclaimed. She was a little taken aback.

“I don’t want to think about that yet!” Lucan nodded solemnly. “We’ll return to this conversation… in time.” But just then, the door burst open. Jim. He strode in, suit still immaculate, eyes flicking briefly over me before landing on Lucan. “Lucan. How do you feel?” “Stronger,” Lucan replied. Jim nodded grimly. “Sorry to interrupt, but we have a situation. The Midnight Reaper struck again. This time… It’s a teenage child.” I gasped.

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

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.

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

"Firstly, I want to tell you all that I'm grateful for setting me free. Secondly, I as a grim reaper would go back to my post and continue my job. Thirdly, I don't give a fuck of whatever is happening to god" "Grim Reaper, you are not allowed to cuss in the palace " The second Elder reprimanded. "Whatever " She mouthed and turned to leave but suddenly her body was bound with a chain making her unable to leave. "Grim Reaper Rose, This is your mission you are not allowed to reject it. Accepting it guarantees your freedom." The Third Elder dressed in a blue apparel suddenly spoke. His voice was gentle and could make anyone listen to him but unfortunately the person is Rose Blair.

I stood in the center of the bed, lingerie hugging my curves, and spoke directly into the lens. “To the one watching we see you now. You thought we were your puppets. But we know where you are. And we’re coming.” Fade to black. Then a caption. Dorm 309 Not Just Pretty Faces Welcome to the hunt, Reaper. You’re next. We hit upload. And waited.

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.