Grim Reaper Pointing Novels & Stories

And there, on the far side of the room near an emergency exit, stood Elias. Gaunt. Eyes wild with madness. But still carrying that dangerous charisma, a gun in one hand and a remote trigger in the other. “Nikolai,” he sneered, backing slowly toward the exit. “Look at you. The Reaper finally cornered the Ghost. But you’re too late. The dead man’s switch is active. Touch me, and your precious daughter burns.”

"North tunnel. Heading for the relay point. I can crash their network." "I'm coming." I reached Tyra's relay beacon. The frequency generator hummed softly, sending out a pulse just strong enough to attract attention. I crouched behind a broken pillar and waited. Death came walking. Silent. Precise. No wasted movement. Another Reaper. I didn't give myself time to think. I rushed from cover and jammed the chip into the slot behind its neck. The Reaper convulsed violently. Its limbs twisted at impossible angles. Then it screamed—not with its voice, but with a psychic pulse that knocked me flat.

A skeletal figure cloaked in black, gripping a scythe—the Reaper’s insignia. That ring. I’d seen it before. My grandfather noticed my change in expression. "What is it?" I pointed at the screen. "That ring… does the Reaper gang still exist?" His face darkened. "I thought I wiped them out." I scoffed. "Guess you missed a few." His frown deepened as he stared at the screen, lost in thought. Raisel shifted beside me, her brows furrowed. She had no idea what we were talking about.

I came here too late. “What year are we in?” I asked the surprised Grim reaper who didn't dare look at my face as I had exposed his identity. “Twenty seventy.” he said. I sighed, “Do you happen to have Kelly Nelson's card?” The grim reaper glanced at me for a moment before focusing on the road, “No but I bet another reaper has it.” I nodded and froze when the grim reaper pulled over in front of a flower shop, “It would be cool to give the living flowers before their death.”

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

Running is not an option because it has been tried before and those who ran were always caught and killed. "Mother I am very aware of this. I know that you are all concerned in your way for me and I thank you for that. I will say that I know that there are many possibilities of what could happen to me, but I am tired of worrying over something that I have no control over. I wanted to enjoy the little bit of time that I had left. I have heard from the leaders of the village that this year there is only going to be one hundred males and females for the reaping, and out of that one hundred, only Michael is from this village. That means that most likely I will never be coming back here." I hear

But there are also some of them who are happy and excited because they want to overthrow the most treacherous organization in all of Asia. All was well so I confronted them. "For blood and glory!" They smiled and immediately responded to what I said. "We are eternal!" "Forever as one!" "The end is here!" "None shall remember them!" "We are the reapers!" "Let's taste their flesh!" "Fill them with regret!" "We're not afraid!" "DEATH AND GLORY!" Third Person Point Of View

Grim POV There was something suspicuousbabout this tall tattooed man standing in front of me with a courageous poker smile. Like I could feel that he did not mean well for me. He did not even try to respect me like the others do. “Get out,” I repeated for the second time in a row. He remained there with a poker smile, like he was daring me to do my worst. My eyes scanned his face and whole body and darted to Hunter, who was watching him.

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.

the one who is chasing her was almost close to her! “PLEASE!, HELP ME GRIM REAPER!!!!”. I plead, I plead to the Grim Reaper to help the Grim Reaper just stared at where Me Ann was “PLEASE!! HHWWUUAAA!!!” my tears are dripping and begging GRIM REAPER to save Me Ann “PLEASE!!! HELP ME!!!!” “is that... a zombie... so that’s how it is”- Grim Reaper “HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!!” He only looks at me intently, then suddenly he lifts his crescent scythe and stabs me with it!