Grim Reaper Sad Novels & Stories

He looked at the baby, then looked at Justin, then looked back at me, his eyes instantly welling up all over again. "Well, I'll be damned," Gunner whispered, a massive, brilliant smile breaking through his tears. "We got a new Reaper."

It’s my fault. My eyes then darted to the young, half-angel girl still lightly shaking, even though she was safely cradled in her brother’s embrace, feeling a dark pit settling deep within my chest as those tears kept only flowing, making me feel even more determined to end it all, for once. End the pain, the torment. Stop the chaos. With one last sorrow-filled glance, I then turned back towards the First Reaper, with the back of my hand wiping the wetness off my cheeks before taking a bold step closer, and with a firm tone I finally told him,

“Avery Delan.” “The name does not matter. The meaning does.” “What meaning?” The being tilted its head, and for a moment it looked almost human — and unbearably sad. “The meaning of death forgotten.” Behind Veyra, the Choir began to hum again, their tone lower, mournful. The being extended a hand — not threatening, but beckoning. “Follow the current, and you will see. But understand, Reaper…” The air around it trembled, and for a split second, Veyra saw the faces of every reaper who had ever served under her, dissolving into light.

*** I could see a spirit filled with thick black raindrops and it was very angry. This spirit was trying to hurt a human, But the spirit suddenly vanished in front of me after I walked through it. I was holding a scythe when I walked near the human. Then I... *** “Ahh shit! what's wrong with my head today?” I mumbled. My head was really in pain while thinking about those memories that suddenly showed up. “Why am I holding a scythe anyway?” “What am I?” “A grim reaper--?” My eyes suddenly widened. It feels like everything that I have dreamed about makes sense. My memories suddenly came back.

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They came with their grief, their confusion, their memories returning in painful, overwhelming waves. A man who had been a Reaper stood before her, his mirrored helmet gone, revealing a young, scarred face. He didn’t speak. He just trembled, tears cutting clean paths through the grime on his cheeks. The memories of what he had done, what he had been, were crashing down on him.

It was its face! I heard screams all around me as the other Reapers brought their blades down, then up, then down again, stabbing Mother, Father, and Gladys over and over. Gladys’s blood felt warm as it splashed against me, soaking my face and dress and hair. She reached for me from across the table, terror in her eyes, until whatever life they’d once held simply disappeared. Her gaze became empty, and her body ceased to move, save for the shudder it gave each time the Reaper stabbed it. “Gladys?” I tried to say, but I choked on her name. Somehow, all the air had left my lungs. “Mother?”

Alice yelled back to his hearing and he snorted. "Oh, sorry dear, but it's the truth. With just a tiny bomb, they are as dead as chickens!" Alice shook her head in denial and blinks rapidly. "Greg is dead? Greg...is dead...no... that can't be true" she mumbles in despair and sat up while she grimaces. "Dark Blood, huh?!" she yells back to his hearing and he stopped firing.

She apologized. "It's fine, I understand, all this thing was so sudden," Jordan said while rubbing Liz's hair. After talking we went back to Dilan and put the flowers, we took the moment to pray for his soul. I closed my eyes " Dilan, baby, I miss you, I'm sorry I almost killed myself, I know that you wanted me to be happy, but how am I going to do that? I hope you give me signs, I wanted to see you for the last time" I wiped the tears on my eyes and took a deep breath.

Liam raised his saddened gaze to Saraid’s adamant stare and a small grin adorned his face as he shook his head. “Of that I have no doubt that you would try, but Reaper I fear may be too strong to ignore. He has had a millennium to sharpen his skills and I fear I may just lose you to him. All of us could lose you to him.” Saraid felt a combination of fear and anger. She was afraid of what she felt and how helpless she was when faced with Reaper, but she was angry with Liam for not trusting their relationship enough to believe that she could withstand him. It was after all her thoughts of Liam, Treasa, and the others that brought her back from Purgatory and Reapers hold.