Grim Reaper Pointing Novels & Stories

The reapers' blades came out of their scabbards. Reaper Swithun took aim and pointed his swords at the werewolves' necks. "You will regret doing this," Reaper Swithun said as he narrowed his gaze. "So you better be prepared for what happens now because your death is in my hands." He tightened the grip of his sword.

“I give up, as I am tired.” He pleaded with his shivering hand as he still tries to reach for it and towards the reaper he believes and in presence to take his soul into hell. To the silence and dim-like shadows of the selected parts of the room where the full moon is shining and giving its light as it is reflected through the glass walls. Footsteps echoes as the silhouette of the reaper he claims finally introduces. To the light of the moon and the claim reaper, he calls pave its very image in front of him. His blurry vision from his left-right eye, picture out the distinctive black color of eyes that pins the death reaper in every aspect. His whisper towards him echoes.

The reapers extended its finger apart with its plam facing the floor. In less than a minut, several jagged pillars ruby quarts sported infront of us. “Red, what are you doing?,” Daryl asked Adrian. “That wasn’t me,” “Up here Baldy,” The reaper smiled. “And that’s not all,” The android took his other hand, surging it with xenon energy similar to Daryl, and slashed a crescent shape wave destroying part of the pillars. “That reaper has our power,” Rick said. “Bingo Primal,”

It struck the ground a dozen feet in front of them. Where the beam hit, the scrubby grass, the tough little weeds, the hardy insects, everything simply… turned grey. Not dead. It was still standing, but all color, all vitality, was instantly leeched from it. It became a perfect, static sculpture of its former self, frozen in a moment of absolute apathy. A Reaper. That's what the Overseer had written. Deploy Reapers to sanitize the sector. Their weapon didn't kill. It preserved in a state of non-life. It was the ultimate expression of the Grey Sorrow's philosophy.

She whispered shakily. “If you,” I said softly, “or your father, or mine, get in my way…” I smiled then. The kind of smile men wear right before blood hits the floor. “I will destroy every single thing you love before I even break a sweat.” I pointed toward the elevator. “Leave.” Camilla didn’t move. So I took one slow step closer. “Now.” The word cracked like a gunshot. “Or you will find out exactly what a Reaper does to things that stand in his way.”

"Freeze! Hands on your head!" I drove the scalpel into Robert's heart, my rage drowning out his pathetic excuse.

"Wait, you're only at the second stage of the True Martial Realm, so how could you kill Soul Snatcher? He's a third-stage practitioner!" "You don't appear to be sad about his death?" Caspian noticed Grim Reaper's behavior. Hearing that, Grim Reaper laughed. He took the scimitar behind him and answered Caspian, "Why should I feel sad? Since he's dead, the reward this time will be all mine. I can't even thank you enough! Your Highness, careful. I'm not at the same stage as Soul Snatcher. I'm comparable to your flourishing past — the fourth stage of the True Martial Realm!"

No killswitch. "Yes," I said. Reaper closed his eyes and went in.

[Gia's POV] Death then proceeded with setting up a small ritual around the altar and began chanting words that were foreign and unintelligible to me. As he chanted his voice began to grow louder and take on an ethereal quality. His body seemed illuminated by an unseen light source and his eyes were momentarily drawn into two bright golden orbs before shifting back again into the deep red that they were prior. The two reapers had begun chanting in unison with him without pause while standing motionless at either side of the altar—staring straight ahead with vacant expressions on their faces.

The Reaper was dead. Serra searched for the source of the golden flame and saw her hand burning bright with it.