Novel & Cerita Grim Reaper Pointing

Reaper didn’t flinch. He didn’t turn. He didn’t react. He didn’t even blink. He just smiled — slow, deliberate — like the sound was a cue he’d been waiting for. “Right on time,” he murmured. Another shot rang out. Then another. Then three more in rapid succession. My men weren’t firing back. Because my men weren’t there. Because Reaper had already taken them. Because this wasn’t an attack. This was a message. I shoved Maya behind me. “Inside. Now.”

When I heard the pleasured moan, the evil and satisfied chuckle behind me and then the whip hitting the floor behind me I knew that my scream was what he was waiting for. Graves Reaper is a Beta Warrior in my Pride and he enjoyed inflicting pain onto others especially me. I expect him to turn and leave as he normally does after he inflicts one of his punishments only this time I feel the warmth of his breath on the outer rim of my ear as he steps up next to me and whispers, “Mane Beatrice will give you to me one day soon and then I will have you screaming ’STOP’ for a whole other reason, my little runt.”

Pressing her stomach harder, I sniff, holding back to the tears that are ready to pull out in a second. "Please, little girl, one last chance. London," I cry out blocking her nostrils harder and blowing into her mouth. "She's dead, Boss. There is nothing you can do now. If only we were a minute earlier," Reaper says. I don't know when I punch him, but when he spits out, blood is curled in his saliva. I am surprised a tooth didn't fly out as well. "Ouch!" Sinner blurts out beside us. Hitting him with one of my deadly glares, he throws his hands upward and backs away a few steps.

I moved to his left, dropping to one knee and tracking the second pair of Reapers. ​I didn't think about the humanity of the men in the black gear. I thought about the ledger. I thought about the cage. I thought about Julian Vane’s smug, entitled face. I squeezed the trigger, the recoil vibrating through my shoulder as the first Reaper went down, his rifle clattering against the marble floor. ​"Move! To the Enlightenment Gallery!" Malakai shouted, grabbing my hand as we sprinted through the crossfire.

He added, laughing freely. Lin clenched her jaws, trying to shake off the doubts that their adversary was planting in her mind. She knew he was playing mind games, but the truth he spoke kept striking a chord in her. “That is none of your damn business! We will figure it out when that time comes!” Hunter thundered the words at the guy. “And f*ck you for killing my friends in the Dark Valley!” “Your friends were weak, just like the two of you,” The Reaper replied, walking in their direction slowly but purposefully. “Surrender, I’m giving you two one last chance. Surrender right now and I will lead you right out of this quest easily.” He smirked.

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

Elara’s POV “It might be a bright idea for you to step out of the shadows,” I said calmly. A few seconds passed before a man materialized inside the room. His face was covered with a mask. He lifted his arm and showed me a tattoo etched into the back of his palm. “Reaper. I have come to take your life,” he growled. The Reapers. One of the greatest assassin guilds in the country. “Do you have any idea where you are? This is Caelthorn territory.”

Silas watched me and then followed me curiously. "So you're really a grim reaper?" He asked with interest. "Oh yeah!" I told him and looked at him. "I got kicked out though and stole these from a reaper," I pointed to the glasses. "Without these all reapers can't see." He looked at them with interest. "Really?" He asked and then laughed. "So like Black Butler?" "Yeah," I told him and looked at him. "Very much like Black Butler, except we actually have scythes and blades instead of lawn mowers and other outside equipment for a lawn." He laughed and then smiled hugely.

Every touch of Elion’s fingers made Cale’s breath hitch. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Elion kept repeating like a mantra. "Just... finish," Cale grunted. Elion got the pants on. He grabbed the grey cardigan. "Shirt?" Cale asked. "No time. Cardigan is softer." He pulled the cardigan onto Cale’s arms. "Okay. Walking time." Elion hauled Cale up. Cale screamed. His legs buckled. "Stand up!" Elion shouted, holding him up by the waist. "Stand up, Cale! You are the Reaper! You don't fall!"