Grim Reaper Stories Novels & Stories

It suddenly felt like even breathing had become a mistake. My fingers tightened slightly around my bag as I tried to settle my eyes in a particular angle. Then suddenly, the man leaned forward just slightly. He pressed his cigarette into the ashtray to put it out, took a slow sip of wine, and then said to me, “Come closer.” I hesitated for a while. But then, images of April suddenly flashed in my mind again—weak, fragile, fighting for life in a hospital bed that was slowly draining what little time I had left.

Luckily, I somehow got bored one day and remembered about this, so I decided to download Wattpad again and recover my old account 🤣 If there's something you wanna say or like stuff, critique or somethin' like that, I would be very glad to read and accept all of that! ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ Story Update: The story will be updated randomly but if you're following me, I'll make sure to always post announcements about new chapters/revisions/updates etc. (I'm trying my best to write as much as I could if I ain't busy.) I already have a planned plot to Stonegrim but putting all the pieces together will really take some time to finish, but no worries, I always spend my free time working on this.

Lucifer said, smirking at his friend. Grimm walked out, mumbling under his breath. He knew Lucifer really wanted these three souls, but for what? He wasn’t entirely sure about the reason, but when his friend gave him a job, he had to do it. He didn’t want him to contact any of the other reapers that was around. That’ll fuck up his reputation and his relationship with the Lord of the Underworld. “Grimm?” He turned and seen his best friend’s ex-wife, Lilith, coming towards him. “How are you?”

Feeling strength slowly return to my arms, I finally allowed myself the faintest relief at having survived. As for Luna and Zachary… Our debts will be settled, one by one.

His eyes drank in my looks–tattered shirt that exposed half my bra and a bit of my nipples, disheveled hair with bits of trash matted to it, eyes red with lack of sleep and skin reddened with marks from needles. His expression turned sympathetic immediately and I groaned inwardly. I knew what came next. “What happened to you, Mira?" he breathed, his voice cracking. "I remember when you used to win those smartass contests for your school and run in here with your mum waving your A+ in my face. What… what happened to that?” Yesss, that line slaps—got that gritty, sarcastic vibe 🔥. Just a tiny tweak for flow: I rolled my eyes. "Do you want to hear my sob story again, Gerry, or will you just ha

Naturally, as a money-hungry degenerate, I applied to join all nine. You'd think the pure, innocent moderators of the "Lawful Good" and "True Neutral" boards would reject a join request from a user literally named [Grim Reaper]. But people are stupid and morbidly curious. They hit 'Accept' just to see what kind of unhinged garbage I was going to post. What I did was immediately change my bio to: [OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS. ALL SERVICES PROVIDED.] Unsurprisingly, my profile views skyrocket. An S Combat Tier Reaper offering every service? Unprecedented.

Things would be far different. The time had finally come. Any moment now, the Reaper would be making his grand entrance. I found myself growing nervous, yet I wasn't sure why. Though deep down, I knew the answer. The Reaper was as scary as they get. I've heard the tales they tell about him. The creative ways in which he prolongs a person's suffering. To the point that his victims plead for their deaths.

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.”

I smile at him and yank him to his feet. “Do what you want, torture me, starve me, whatever. I ain’t telling you nothing!” “You don’t have to, but just know this. The last person I killed, I ripped them apart with my bare hands. Limb by limb and watching them as they bled out, begging for mercy until I ripped their head off.” He gulps and I cannot help but smile. Reaper to was jumping up and down with excitement at how easy it was to make him fear me. Maybe now he would come to his senses and start talking.

He spots Jimmie and pauses. “Good to see you back on your feet, pup,” he says with a small, rare smile. “Thank you, Franco,” Jimmie replies softly. But Franco’s smile fades quickly. He turns to me, jaw clenched. “There’s been another attack. Midnight Reaper. This time it’s worse.” I stiffen. “Midnight Reaper?” Jimmie echoes. “What is that?” Franco answers, “A rogue. A sick psycho werewolf. Killing humans.” “Nadia?” Jimmie asks again.