Grim Reapers Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to think about that yet!” Lucan nodded solemnly. “We’ll return to this conversation… in time.” But just then, the door burst open. Jim. He strode in, suit still immaculate, eyes flicking briefly over me before landing on Lucan. “Lucan. How do you feel?” “Stronger,” Lucan replied. Jim nodded grimly. “Sorry to interrupt, but we have a situation. The Midnight Reaper struck again. This time… It’s a teenage child.” I gasped.

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

Reaper I made good on my promise. I turned the entire southside into a slaughterhouse. For the first twenty-four hours, the Midnight Reapers moved like storms. We kicked in the doors of every known Skulls trap house, every front business, every warehouse by the docks. We broke bones, shattered teeth, and dragged their bleeding lieutenants into the mud.

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.

The man had finally managed to produce a child and he wanted me to stand in a hall and applaud. "Small man," I said. "Large occasion." Gary said nothing. That was the correct response. My throne had been built on the bodies of my father and my brothers, taken in the year I turned twenty-four, held through five years of war that hadn't fully ended. I had killed more men than I could name. The packs called me The Reaper and stayed out of my borders and prayed their treaties held. The elders said Moon Godness herself had cursed me, no fated mate, no heir, no future beyond the violence I was good at.

The strength in Victor’s body gave out. I released him, picked up a knife nearby, raised my hand, and drove it down. Thud. Thud. Thud. Again and again, until his body was nothing but a sieve. Then I used my ability once more, draining every last drop from the remains on the ground. Ten years of torment and humiliation, and all the restraint and planning after my rebirth, finally ended today. Tears streamed down my face as I screamed at the sky. “I’ve taken my revenge! Today, I finally got my revenge!”

Our youngest, little Dante — named after the inferno we had walked through — toddled between us, oblivious to the stakes but sensing the tension. This was the night the compulsion was supposed to activate. The night The Eclipse had promised our children would turn on us and walk willingly into their shadow empire. We had come to end it where it began. Damien stood at my side, the Reaper in full armor — black tactical gear, guns holstered, knives ready. His hand never left the small of my back, possessive even now. “If they come, we finish this,” he said, voice low and lethal. “No mercy.”

I came here too late. “What year are we in?” I asked the surprised Grim reaper who didn't dare look at my face as I had exposed his identity. “Twenty seventy.” he said. I sighed, “Do you happen to have Kelly Nelson's card?” The grim reaper glanced at me for a moment before focusing on the road, “No but I bet another reaper has it.” I nodded and froze when the grim reaper pulled over in front of a flower shop, “It would be cool to give the living flowers before their death.”

I ate and listened to him. "Within the Death Ministry, only Grim can enter. There are only two types of grim that are the Council and the Reapers. The Grim Council are the ones who bring death notes from superiors to be sent to Grim Reapers like me, where we have to fetch the soul of the person written there. When we do not get them at the right time and place, they can escape and just add to the missing souls. In 40 days we should reap them otherwise they will be like the lost soul you saw yesterday. Dark and evil. " I nodded as a sign that I understood him.

He attempts to invigorate, “These tickets are for you! Ride and scream is all you have to do!” Daniella takes the tickers from him and gives them a glance, the tickets say, “Free ride?” “INDEED! YOU ARE CHOSEN TODAY TO HAVE THESE FREE RIDES!” the Grim Reaper spreads his arms up high and cheers, “TO RIDE OR NOT TO RIDE, MAKE A WISE CHOICE! MUAHAHAHAHA!” Right after he mentions that, he slams a smoke bomb in front of him, thick yellow smoke suffuses and surrounds him quickly.