Grim Reaper Pointing Novels & Stories

If anything, he showed them—just slightly, just enough to remind you what he was. He caught my gaze. Smirked. It was small. Sharp. Lethal. I looked away first. “Next to him,” Loralie whispered, “with the silver eyes and that whole ‘I’ve seen your death’ vibe? Silas Grimm. His family runs the reaper line. Literal emissaries of death. Half-reaper, half-shadow. No one knows his age. Death incarnate in a hoodie. Don't touch him unless you're into soul dismemberment.”

Edward panicked and started apologizing, "I'm sorry, Nick. I didn't mean it. I'll pack my stuff and go back to the orphanage right now. Please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry." Juliana frowned and started scolding me, "Nick, your temper's seriously getting out of control. It was just a figurine. Do you really have to keep holding a grudge?" Mom looked at me as well. "That's enough, Nick. Even if you're upset, there's a limit. Besides, you broke the figurine yourself. Ed has nothing to do with it." I gripped the doorknob tightly. "I'll say this one more time—he broke the figurine. Not me!"

Cillian’s lips curled back to reveal sharp, bloody canines. “I was so hoping we’d get to this part . . . ” he said, wiping his mirth-streaked eyes. His giggles erupted into loud, manic laughter, and the Reapers behind our seats raised their blades. Before the one behind me could stab down, I pulled the revolver from my pocket, pointed up at the Reaper’s jaw, and fired. The Reaper fell as the bullet blasted through its head, but no blood sprayed from the wound—only a cloud of dust. The skull mask wasn’t a mask at all. It was its face!

The usual admiration salute. The Eloesan people on the other hand had witnessed the most fearful experience in their entire life. Which is understandable, because after all, the thing that stood behind me were a big dark miasma, but inside that hazing miasma of light absorbing miasma, was a death reaper, wearing a weathered black hoodie, underneath that seasoned hoodie, were pale skull, with the bluish green fire as eyes and as it opened it’s bonny mouth the dark miasma constantly falling out, and on each of it’s hand, my death reaper were holding one it’s left hand a rose soaked with dripping red bloods, and on the left was the sharpest ever metallic rapier. And the entire parts that were v

Ping shouted. “Cale?” Jo moved in to stand in front of Ping as the Healer ran to his assistance. She unloaded both of her Glocks, hitting the row of Vampires directly in front of her and knocking several of them to the ground. The cover fire from the mountainside was not as effective as it would’ve been if she had ordered her forces forward, but the Vampires who had stepped out of the entryway didn’t seem to need their help. She heard a few more shouts as other teammates were hit.

Aphrodite wanted to step in there, but I immediately restrained her. "Take a good look." I pointed at the pillars of the bridge, if you don't look carefully you can't see it. Because the pillars supporting the bridge are... "What is a reaper?" Aphrodite's eyes opened wide as the supports turned into skulls with bloodshot eyes. I've often seen these white bone reapers guarding Jack's castle, hell no.... Jack's house looks more modern than a castle, so I'm not surprised by the appearance of these reapers.

Looking onto the figure of the giant that seemed to embody death itself, Mane chuckled wordlessly and said, “Hello, Reaper.”

"How does the reaper do that?" "It was a simple, but hard technique," she explained, and I smiled softly as I noticed that my plan was working. "Don't think that would stop me from berating you for drooling on me." She reminded me, and the only thing I could do was nod my head like an agama lizard. "The technique is done by three influential reapers," she began. "They will send one of their couriers to a high mountain where they are sure that his eyes will be able to see everywhere. It doesn't matter if the messenger sees the whole realm at once, but his eyes must be able to see long-range. After that, General Zod will tap into the messenger's eyes, and then the veiled man I fought earlier w

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.

"What they have looks similar to the Nefarious Spirits from your sect." "That's nothing to it. A zombie scout found out that a low-level technique like Blackness was enough to scare them out of their minds. There's nothing for us to be worried about," Tack said. Tack projected an image of his Nefarious Spirit after arriving. It was an ancient divine general known as the Grim Reaper. He planned to use it for defense. However, it attracted a group of zombies, for some reason. They were initially nonchalant about it. It was because the zombies became pieces of corpses after they exploded from the various techniques used by Tack and the others.