Grim Reapers Novels & Stories

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

“We can’t bring death into the waking world… it upsets the balance.” He let out a dry, humorless chuckle before shaking his head. “That’s probably why they noticed my presence so quickly. My appearance alone must have set off alarms.” He leaned back against the booth, fingers drumming against the plastic bottle, his thoughts seemingly tangled. “He must have recognized me from the faction under Lilith. Grim reapers don’t just collect human souls; they also deliver demons back to where they belong. I forgot about him… I should have known better.”

Inside were the documented slaughters and syndicates tied to the Grim Reaper over the last three years. "Even the big three lords of the underworld—the Reaper, the Zmeya Empire, and the Crimson Syndicate—don't get this much attention on themselves," the chief stated, his finger slamming onto the gory crime scene photos. "No one knows who the leader of Zmeya is. No one has ever seen the face of the Crimson Syndicate's head. But everyone knows Riven Rykerthrone is the leader of the Black Reapers, and the fact that he is still walking around freely is an absolute insult to this badge." I stared at the files, my heart hammering against my ribs.

The truck engine idles, a deep, mechanical growl that vibrates in the pavement beneath my boots. I press myself into the brick recess of the corner building, holding my breath. My heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped bird. The Reaper who stepped out of the garbage truck—a giant with a shaved head and a beard braided with metal rings—holsters his radio. "Load him up," he commands. Two more men jump out from the back of the truck. They wear black tactical gear, no cuts. Mercenaries? Or just Reapers dressed for war?

"The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak." She looked back at us, her expression grim. "And they don't use drones for maintenance. They use the **Reaped**." "Who are the Reaped?" Rowan asked. "The people who didn't survive the de-compiler," she said. "The ones who lost their souls to the simulation. They’re coming to put you back in your boxes." A sound echoed from the sky—a long, low horn that sounded like the Earth itself was crying.

Only then did I realize that the communicator carried more than just their voices. Other members of the expedition team were shouting as well, "Quick, tell the rescue team to follow the sampling markers and find Sophie!" "Freaking lunatic! We can't let her cut off the heating pipes!" "I don't want to die, I don't want to die…!" Hearing the panic on the other end filled me with a surge of grim satisfaction. Now you’re afraid? I let out a silent, icy laugh. If you wanted me dead, I’d drag every one of you down with me.

The only smiles he showed me were mocking and laced with contempt. Sure enough, thunder cracked overhead a moment later. Anthony dissolved into smoke and vanished. Maisie finally noticed us; her eyes went wide, and her expression turned blank with shock. "Vengeful, I'll get revenge for you." Eddie shot me a wicked grin, then grabbed his neck and put on a gruesome show of ripping his head off. Blood poured from all his orifices, and his tongue split in half. His head was removed clean off his neck… Maisie was so frightened that she immediately started screaming for help, trying her best to scramble away from us. The color drained from her face, leaving her lips bloodless and making her look e

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

I opened my eyes to see a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The man was in his late 60s, standing tall in a crisp military uniform. The sight of the general stars on his shoulders made my eyes sting. He stood in front of the meat grinder. With one hand, he slammed the power switch off. With the other, he grabbed the guard by the throat and tossed him ten feet away like a ragdoll. Ariel turned deathly pale. "Who the hell are you?"

[ Bima: "Are they… dead?" [ Kirill: "Worse. Their mana has been harvested. Every drop of it. These are the Reapers of the Void. They don't kill for sport; they kill for fuel." ] [ Bima: "Reapers? I’ve never read about them in the bestiary." ] [ Kirill: "Because the people who see them don't usually live long enough to write a chapter. Stay behind me and keep your flow internal. If you flare your mana, they’ll lock onto you like a beacon." ]