Grim Reaper Stories Novels & Stories

says the boy from her class. “So, here's the bizarre twist of the story. The woman who is reincarnated several times was a fairy who fell in love with a grim reaper. Grim reapers are bound not to have names, identities, and emotions. However, he fell in love with the garden fairy of the heavenly kingdom. They violated the rule that mediates the heavenly kingdom and underworld realm. They should not fall in love, but they let their heart win over. They were thrown by the king of both realms. Then a vengeful another grim reaper, the antagonist of the story, punished them both by giving the cursed bracelet of two headed dragons into the realm of mortals. Their memory of being a fairy and grim r

"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!"

It was a wooden scythe with a u-shaped moon. He’s a– “Grim reaper,” I mumbled. “You’re a grim reaper?” With wide eyes, I took two steps backward. “I sure am.” He grinned more seeing my reaction. I looked at him from head to toe. “You don’t look like one though. Grim reapers usually blend in with the mormians making it easy for them to catch evil spirits.” He gave me a stern look. “It’s because I’m born to stand out.” He stared back to the road and put his hands in his pockets. “Besides, no evil spirit can escape Grip,” he boastfully added.

It also further elaborated that each of us has our version of the life hourglass, the flowing sands which represents the remaining time left we have in this world before we return it to them. What makes it more interesting is that mythical creatures are existing that make the world of life and death stable. Grim reapers are one of the most popular. They are also known as the angel of death or simply death. Few people also call them the "Grim of Death". For thousands of years, various cultures have had different figures to represent death. Some describe them usually as a creepy skeletal figure, who is often shrouded and covered in a dark, hooded robe and carrying a long scythe to “reap” human

These people are crazy. The Reapers hissed. There were five of them and they slithered quickly towards the dead bodies and bite them off immediately. A Reaper bit the old man's head and Mira could see the eyeballs rolling to the ground. She closed her eyes and felt her stomach turned inside out. She forced herself not to throw up. The Reapers were eating the dead bodies like a dog who haven't eaten a week. Bits of flesh and blood were sprayed everywhere. The whole arena was filled with the smell of blood and death, mixed into a one gruesome smell.

Yes, I'm dead and hallucinating before whatever it is decides where I go next. The nurse's voice grips my attention again. "Oh, the Scaler. That's the creature that reminds you of the last thing you heard before you died until it's sure your soul is pure. If you've committed many crimes during your mortal life, he will torture you until he is satisfied, but you'll never enter the afterlife. Instead, your soul will enter another body with no memories, and the cycle will start all over again. Since your soul was pure, he set you free and even gave you the chance to fight for your life. That doesn't happen. But maybe..." Her eyes search the room. Something's off with her sudden chance- she's no

I had a brief vision that was blurred and completely incoherent. "I'm fucked, aren't I, I can't become a reaper and will die in my eighties, huh," I mumbled sadly with a slight buzz. I had drained two full glasses and I was sad drunk. I plopped next to Grim and a tear fell down my cheek. He looked at me and wiped it away. "Don't weep, I haven't exhausted all my tricks yet, besides some half reapers are immortal," he smirks. I leaned back into the couch cushions and passed out from my drunkenness.

The sound of his boots faded down the hall. I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. My body was still shaking. Not from fear. Or not only from fear. When his teeth had grazed my mark, something inside me had ignited. A heat that started at my neck and poured down through my chest, my stomach, my thighs. My skin had tightened. My breath had caught. And for one terrible, honest second, I had wanted him closer. The Reaper. The man who’d killed his own family. The man who collected territories like other men collected debts.

I don’t want to leave so soon! With warm tears filling my eyes, I yell at him! “I don’t want to die yet!” “HUAHUAHUAHUAHUAHUA!” abruptly, the Grim Reaper laughs maliciously, “You don’t want to die yet, sure, I can come later... but there is one condition.” He said he can come later? The Grim Reaper is offering me a postponement? That’s unbelievable! But he said he has a condition... Don’t tell me he is going to turn me into a boy!

Tomás nearly paid with his life, as well as Sienna. "No me importa tu razonamiento. Me llaman el segador porque soy el que dicta los juicios. Desafortunadamente para ti, tu futuro se ve sombrío." I don't care about your reasoning. I'm called the Reaper because I am the one that passes out judgments. Unfortunately for you, your future looks Grimm. I say as I aim another shot at him.