Grim Reaper Sad Novels & Stories

*** 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.

Grace was curled against my side despite the morning chill, my arm around her shoulders, both of us exhausted but unable to sleep. Grace read the message silently. "She sounds—sad. Really sad." "She should be sad. She tried to kill you." "I know. But Connor—" Grace looked up at me. "She's also eighteen and she just lost something she thought was hers. I can—I can feel bad for her pain while also being glad she's facing consequences."

🦪 🦪 LAZARUS 🦪 I walk into my room and slam the door shut. Sitting on my bed, I cover my face with my palms. She doesn’t get it, that if The Reaper, the top 1 fighter, A.K.A her father’s killer, dies… I die with him. Happily ever after is just delulu straight out of a film trick; it cannot happen for real. It takes a while to calm my thumping heart; this is karma getting back at me in the worst way possible for what I did.

he added. I smirked, but the bitterness at the edge of it cracked through. I turned my gaze to the window — the familiar streets, the blur of Astria trees passing by like memories I couldn’t touch anymore. “Many would disagree with that statement,” I said, voice dry. Franco didn’t say anything at first. But I felt him stiffen. "You mean the video… the Midnight Reaper?” I nodded. “Yes. And it’s bad, Franco. Very bad.” He glanced at me, lips tightening. I kept my eyes on the road ahead, but my thoughts were miles away.

My eyes bloodshot red, tears streaming down without stopping. "You are not angry, you are just sad. And I want you to suffer. If you die you will get what you want 'peace' and I don't want that to happen. You know what is scarier than death? It's life! " I couldn't stand him anymore. I rapidly took steps backwards and started to run out of the room.

Not without breaking the network. "I'm sorry, baby," I said through Reaper. Already starting to scatter again. Already spreading back across four hundred thousand people. Already becoming foundation instead of person. "I'm so sorry. I can't—I can't be what you need. I can't be present. I can't be real. I have to be everywhere. I have to be no one. I have to—" My voice faded. Scattered. Became whisper across the network instead of focused speech. Grace screamed. Ran to Reaper. Grabbed him. Tried to hold onto me. Tried to keep me gathered. Keep me present.

Roman looks at him surprised. "You're a Grim reaper?"Roman asks. "Why are you here?"he asks as he goes stiff. "I'm not here for anyone in this room I came because you need to stay here with Heather. Your time to go isn't now, "he looks at me, and I try to focus on him as tears fall. Seeing my tears, Grim gives a sad smile my way. "How do you know my mate?"Roman asks as he gathers me close, and I listen to his heartbeat. He must have missed the moon goddess part and how all three of us were together watching him confront Amber.

It'd been a while I came to visit my family. The sight of my family’s graves did something to me. Falling to my knees, I let the tears flow, the tears that I'd been hiding for so long. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I failed you. I’m not strong enough.” All I could do was let it all out. “How am I gonna beat The Reaper when I couldn't even lay a single finger on him, and don't get me started about his asshole of a son” I cried out some more.

You must stand in my shoes to understand the feeling. Suddenly, Kieran grabs the nearest chair and throws it against the wall before he storms out of the room. I jump up in my seat, worried that my words have set the vampire off and he will come back to teach me a lesson. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset him," I stammer as I struggle to hold back the tears that run down my cheeks. Fear has always been a part of my life, but I don't think Vladimir's malicious behaviour has ever scared me as much as Kieran's anger.

It was you. His jaw crooked in a rueful grin. The solace was immaculate. Rains came and flooded my soul. For the longest time, I was alone. I journeyed in dreams and shadow, through the valley of the damned, looking for a place you could be born. I walked and walked, until I could walk no more, constantly dreaming of you. When it was time to plant, I did. And now? I am the Reaper. “And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?”