Grim Tales Bleedman Novels & Stories

“Congratulations. You’ve done it again. You took down Grimlow. This guy’s been on the most-wanted list for years. He’s a monster.” I didn't feel like celebrating. I stared at Grimlow. The man was a genius, a technician of death and now he was just a pile of broken bones. Grimlow’s eyes shifted, focusing on me and Allison. He started to laugh. It was a horrible gargling sound that brought flecks of blood to his lips. “You... you think you won?” he choked out. “You're the one bleeding out on a dirty floor, Pete.” Allison said with her voice flat and unimpressed. “I’d call that a loss in any book. Just die quietly so we can go home.”

I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, tasting blood, and forced myself to stay upright. The threads began to dissolve. They unraveled from the inside out, turning to ash that drifted down like snow. The host dropped, and Amon caught him before he hit the ground. The man was unconscious, his face pale and gaunt, but his chest rose and fell in steady rhythm. Alive. The Grief Weaver’s remains disintegrated completely, leaving nothing behind but the faint smell of ozone and the echo of that terrible scream still ringing in my ears. Whitney let out a breath. “It’s gone.”

The blade buried itself deeply, as blood began to flow, a vivid crimson that marred her skin and the pristine sheets beneath her. Her muffled screams, stifled by the gag, filled the room, a stark, haunting reminder of the violence unfolding. Her hands and feet, bound to the bed, struggled in vain. The sight was gruesome – the flow of blood, the stark contrast against her pale skin, a vivid portrayal of the grim act I had been coerced into committing.

So grim reapers can float and penetrate through things like ghosts do? Lucas pulled my shirt, "Come with me, discreetly." I snapped back from reality. Those Grim Reapers looked human however they exude a different aura. It was like I could just differentiate them that they were not normal humans. And their presence was too strong for a ghost. I followed Lucas. Then I heard a piercing scream that made me look back. The blonde man's opened umbrella was spinning in front of the stylist that offered me a nail polish before. The stylist's soul was being sucked on that umbrella. After a few seconds, his screaming stop. Not even a remnant of his soul was left.

Grim muttered. Emily scoffed and curled her arms over her chest. She chose to not open her mouth again. Grim was a man hard to talk things out. “Drink my blood and your father will live again.” He disappeared out of her sight and reappeared in front of her. Grim elevated his hand to his face and bit down on his wrist. Blood trickled out of his skin and he brought his arm low then let it near her face. Convinced, Emily grasped on his forearm and sucked the blood out of his wrist. She sucked every blood she can consume and slowly, her vision dimmed. Her heart raced and pounded hard against her chest and her body fell limp on the ground.

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

Better to die early and start over in the next life. I picked up the delicate letter opener on my desk. Without hesitation, I dragged it across my wrist. Warm blood poured out, and for the first time, I felt a sense of release. Just as my consciousness began to blur and I prepared to embrace death, a piercing scream rang out from downstairs. "Ah—Lizzie! Lizzie, what happened?!" It was my mother's voice. But she wasn't calling my name.

No eyes, no nose, no mouth. Just a smooth surface. * "The girl has rejected the story " the Blank Man said. He held up a hand. A glowing red "Delete" sign appeared in the air. "The test is over. Erase the area." "No!" Maya jumped at him. Her hands passed through him like he was made of smoke. * The Blank Man pointed at Benson. "The second character is not needed. Start with him." Benson screamed as his legs began to turn into ink. He reached out for Maya.

The night air was thick, quiet… but not peaceful. Somewhere beyond the grand mansion’s trimmed hedges, crickets chirped softly, indifferent to the chaos the last twenty-four hours had unleashed. The gunfire. The chase. The whispers in the dark. Inside the guesthouse, Liam sat hunched over a small desk, his shirt stained with dried blood, hands shaking as he dabbed at the shallow graze across his ribs. His suit jacket lay crumpled on the floor, and the dim lamplight cast a dull yellow glow across his troubled features.

“Juno and Cassie don’t need guards. They need ghosts. Shadows no one sees. I want two men on them day and night, invisible. If anyone breathes too close, I’ll carve their lungs out myself.” The table stayed silent. The air felt heavier, darker. Grimm rose, the chair scraping against the floor. “I built this ring from nothing. I bled for it. Fought until they named me Grim Reaper.” His grin was sharp, dangerous. “But this? This is personal. Whoever thinks they can touch Rhett’s world is going to learn fast the difference between the boy on the ice… and the man in the dark.” He glanced at Milan, eyes cold and final. “Find them. Bring me a name. And when you do… I’ll show the bastard exactly wh