Grim Reapers Novels & Stories

The fuck? Why does my life like to keep me captive all the fucking time? Yeah, God hates me. “Viper, meet my little brother, Ryker Young.”

"What they have looks similar to the Nefarious Spirits from your sect." "That's nothing to it. A zombie scout found out that a low-level technique like Blackness was enough to scare them out of their minds. There's nothing for us to be worried about," Tack said. Tack projected an image of his Nefarious Spirit after arriving. It was an ancient divine general known as the Grim Reaper. He planned to use it for defense. However, it attracted a group of zombies, for some reason. They were initially nonchalant about it. It was because the zombies became pieces of corpses after they exploded from the various techniques used by Tack and the others.

“I mean, no respect, Alpha, but how would five of us attack that pack with Grim around? You are sending us to our death" Alpha Killian released a loud, powerful growl and hit his fist on his table. “Grim! Grim! Grim! Is he not a man like you? I need you to save my sister, and besides, he is not around. He went on a trip. Make sure you rescue my sister or don't come back, or else I will kill you,” he shouted. “Grim is a hybrid, Alpha. He literally killed half of our pack because we formed an alliance with his enemy. Send more of us; five of us can't take down Grim, and you know it,” Lia said.

It struck the ground a dozen feet in front of them. Where the beam hit, the scrubby grass, the tough little weeds, the hardy insects, everything simply… turned grey. Not dead. It was still standing, but all color, all vitality, was instantly leeched from it. It became a perfect, static sculpture of its former self, frozen in a moment of absolute apathy. A Reaper. That's what the Overseer had written. Deploy Reapers to sanitize the sector. Their weapon didn't kill. It preserved in a state of non-life. It was the ultimate expression of the Grey Sorrow's philosophy.

Off in the distance, the lone players who'd also wanted a share of the loot but had been too slow to charge in stood frozen, faces the color of ash, trembling like leaves in the wind. They clamped their hands over their mouths, terrified that even the smallest sound might draw the attention of that Grim Reaper. Too vicious. Too terrifying. A hundred vehicles, wiped out without a second's hesitation, without so much as a blink. At that moment, looking at the quiet black motorhome, the awe and admiration they'd felt before was joined by something else, a deep, bone-deep fear. This was no savior. This was a Grim Reaper walking among mortals. Jake's voice came through the loudspeaker once more.

I grabbed the phone and slipped into the bathroom. I locked the door quietly. My hands moved quickly as I searched through my contacts. Grim. I pressed his name. The call connected after several rings. “Cain?” Grim’s voice immediately changed. There was surprise in it. Then relief. “Cain, where the hell are you?” “Listen to me.” “What happened?” “Reaper has me.” Silence. Then I heard Grim inhale sharply. “What?” “He has Ava too.” The silence that followed was heavier. “What the hell happened?”

Krim's words were soft as if they weren't exactly meant for her. He must have known her next question because he gave a bone-weary sigh. "Once they start to remember their life, they get to relive their death and all the regrets that came with it. It's an endless cycle that drives them insane." Holly put a hand over her mouth. "They can't break free?" "I've never seen a reaper break free," Krim closed his eyes. "And believe it or not, I've seen many reapers come through. Please, don't ask any more about that. I can't risk remembering, please understand."

Those acts were insane and dangerous but necessary to distract the Grim Reaper from a more violent massacre. But unfortunately, even though the Grim Reapers' skull had been destroyed, their body were still free to roam and slaughter using their giant bone scythes. Even though their attacks were now irregular because the Grim Reapers didn't have skulls, it's still dangerous. So the elves deftly grabbed the Grim Reapers' giant bone scythes and threw it as far as it could go. Meanwhile, the discus troops threw their weapons to cut off the Grim Reaper's sharp arms and tail. So even though the creature

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

Ru interjected, remembering what he had mentioned earlier about believing everything the Good Book said. “It doesn’t exactly, but it’s true. And Gibborim now go by another name.” Ru arched an eyebrow. “Reapers?” “Charged to walk the Earth and collect the souls where demons could no longer dwell… yes.” “But I thought demons still walked around causing trouble all the time, like on The Exorcist.” “You sure have a pop culture reference for everything. You and Rider will get along smashingly,” Cutter mumbled. “They do, but it’s much more difficult for them to escape Hell and return here. Reapers, however, have permission, so long as they do their jobs accordingly.”