Grim Tales Bleedman Novels & Stories

After the face disappeared, Adrian heaved a sigh of relief. He sat on Grim's corpse to catch his breath. His clothes were completely drenched, and he was exhausted. However, he did not dare rest for too long as he was unsure of the situation at Gold Haven. After a few minutes, Adrian got up and was about to leave, when he spotted something black on Grim's body. The thing was lodged in Grim's head as if someone had performed surgery to implant it on the monster. It was a black metal block with runes on it, similar to the ones Adrian had seen in the past.

Grimm said to himself. He got up from the rail that was connected to the side of the back road and pulled out a metal pipe from his back pocket. When he pulled it to the front of him, the pipe instantly transformed to his weapon, the scythe. He decided to go to the closest to him, which was Mila’s friends, Brenda and the guy. He descended over to the car and opened the passenger door. Before he removed the soul that was floating around her body, he took out the golden container that Lucifer had given to him before he came to this place. He opened it up and turned his attention to the soul. He touched the soul with the sharp tip of his scythe, which removed the soul from the body it was conne

Creed gulped a mouthful of saliva and held his gasp, his eyes shook in their sockets. Grisha sighed as if she was expecting it, "I really don't know how much of these rumors have inflated, but I can assure you that it did happen. There is no point in me denying it. This black-armored man indeed snuck out the entire kill from under my nose. It happened… and i considered it a huge blunder on my part." *Sound of murmuring* *sound of chattering*

The blade sank in with practiced precision, and I felt the slight resistance of muscle giving way. Now, blood flowed freely, a dark, heavy river pouring off his legs and staining the green grass at the edge of the driveway. Graham trembled so badly his heels drummed a frantic, irregular rhythm against the dirt, like some macabre percussion. The corporate king of Houston, the man who commanded boardrooms and bent politicians to his will, was completely broken. He'd been reduced to a weeping, bleeding mess on a gravel road, and the irony wasn't lost on me.

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.

He turned and looked at me with eyes that looked like two burning embers. "You're the fucking Grim Reaper," I gasped and fell to my ass and watched him easily conquer the Banshee with a swipe of his scythe. I scrambled to my feet, grabbed my sword and swung it at the seeker that was approaching Rai's back. I separated its spine and watched it crumble into nothing. I turned and watched Rai closely, admiring him as he twisted and turned his scythe and sliced the corpse seekers in two. Their blood was flowing everywhere and I worried about my pilot. I hurried to the hangar and looked inside to see Doug sleeping soundly on a cot. I exhaled my relief and turned to see Grim, well Rai, wiping his s

His eyes has plans and his eyes looked like he was ready to either save me or hurt me. Griffin moved his head towards Bailey as he answers, “Let’s make more wounds!” In a split second, Griffin started scraping Bailey’s arms the tip of the knife as she covers herself with them. She screams for pain as her blood was splattering against Griffin’s shirt but he was smiling while doing it with eager eyes. He looked like he was satisfied doing it and it was one of the scariest things to ever witness in real life. “You bastard!!!” Bailey screams as she falls to the ground and her entire arms were now covered with her own bright red blood. She continues to scream and it was a painful scream that I ca

"I love watching trash like you squirm." He snatched the tongs from Johnny and drove them toward my mouth. I clamped my jaw shut on instinct, but the tip caught the corner of my mouth and tore it open. The taste of blood spread across my tongue. That seemed to delight him even more. "Pry his mouth open. Anyone who helps me out tonight gets a car. One each." The groomsmen needed no further convincing. They crowded around me, wrenching at my jaw. "You had the nerve to cross Danny? You've got a death wish."

She grabbed my hand and linked our fingers while laying her head in the crook of my neck. A man all dressed up in black walked in with his hands up in the air. 'Hello, kind people. Can someone please kindly explain why the hell I was being controlled for carrying any kind of weapons.' 'Hello, Dante, good to see you as well.' I laughed sarcastically. 'Dante?' Grace muttered softly. 'Who is that?' She looked up and shot a small look at Dante. G R A C E P O V A man all dressed in black stood in the hallway. His hair was dark brownish and his eyes were green with a slight touch of brown in them. I felt weird looking at them. Like I have seen them before. But I was sure I haven't seen that man be

The same blue eyes, though his were colder, harder, carrying winter instead of storm. He walked with a cane, but nothing about him seemed weak. The people nearest him lowered their gazes. Grace’s mouth flattened beside me. “Well,” she said softly. “That took less time than I hoped.” The man’s eyes moved over Colton first, assessing the bandage, the bruises, the exhaustion. Then they moved to me. Something in his face sharpened. Colton stepped in front of me before I could think. The man smiled without warmth. “So it’s true,” he said. “My son brought a human into the heart of Grimfang.”