Grime Reapers Novels & Stories

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.

“What about this Reaper? He’s no longer a suspect?” “No. He had nothing to do with the attack on Liam or the attacks on Wendy. When we arrived in Purgatory, James was trying to attack Wendy and Graten, whom you know as Reaper, was fighting James to protect her.” “You’re sure?” Graten decided that he had enough of the conversation and cleared his throat, “I can assure you that I most definitely am not the enemy and my name is not Reaper.” Damon’s eyes grew wide with shock. He hadn’t even noticed Graten in the corner.

Everyone halted and frantically looked around, searching for the source of the noise. The Reapers came out of nowhere, but were instantly everywhere, filling all the previously-empty spaces, grabbing shoulders, tugging mortals along. Doors were thrust open and filthy mortals pulled out, often barely dressed or not dressed at all. One man was dragged by his ankles, screaming and clawing the mud, making it bunch up beneath his nails. Most of the Reapers were on foot, but some rode on the backs of horses with white bone bodies. These steeds weren’t precisely skeletons—it was as though their muscles were made of bone. Their eyeless skull heads were engorged, sprouting devilish horns.

After the SAT results come out, the girl everyone knows as the school's scholarship case throws a lavish graduation party. That same night, I get a text alert saying my credit card has been maxed out. I go to confront her, but she's already in my boyfriend's arms, sobbing like she's the victim. "Just because I'm on financial aid, I'm not allowed to throw a party?" My boyfriend rushes to comfort her and turns on me instead. "Your family's loaded anyway. Spending a little on Lacey isn't going to kill you." Sure, my family has money, but I'm not a saint, and I don't see why I should be footing her bills. I refuse to back down. I call the police to make her pay me back, but my boyfriend re

“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.

When I heard the pleasured moan, the evil and satisfied chuckle behind me and then the whip hitting the floor behind me I knew that my scream was what he was waiting for. Graves Reaper is a Beta Warrior in my Pride and he enjoyed inflicting pain onto others especially me. I expect him to turn and leave as he normally does after he inflicts one of his punishments only this time I feel the warmth of his breath on the outer rim of my ear as he steps up next to me and whispers, “Mane Beatrice will give you to me one day soon and then I will have you screaming ’STOP’ for a whole other reason, my little runt.”

I pleaded. “You think you actually have a bargaining chip? Do you think you have something valuable enough to trade? I did ask you to call the number at 6 tonight. But I don’t really need you to do it yourself. I can kill you now and take your phone. Or option two, I can kill you now, then make Kiara bring you back to life. You'll still end up making the call, but you will be in a great deal of pain when you do it. I will break every single bone that Eva had broken while she was here. We can bring you back to life after killing you a hundred times. You should be down on your knees, thanking us for granting you mercy and only killing you once. It’s your decision, just know that you will not j

CHAPTER 2 When silence becomes a weapon POV: Elara I needed an escape; everything was happening so fast. I walked quickly, half-way running through the hallways. Closing the door behind me, I pressed my forehead against the cool wood and tried to slow my breath. But it only came faster and shallower. I felt like I was drowning. My lungs burned. The doctor called it ‘Human Rejection.’ This may sound poetic, but it’s really a death sentence. I could feel my body was tearing itself apart, forcing out organs that couldn’t handle the lunar energy here. I was in the werewolf realm.

This time the Vipers stood over their dead without flinching. It was clean work in its own way — smart, fast, and brutal. The Vipers hit the Reapers supply hub and left nothing worth saving. Burned servers, shredded papers, and three Reapers with broken arms for picking the wrong side. No speeches. No fair fights. Just business.

I whispered to him as I backed up a little before once again charging toward the river. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ICW V2 V2" Today our guest is the Grim Reaper! So how does it feel to be labeled as the world's biggest wuss because your too afraid to go near anything blessed by Lexi or Luna or any other god that isn't Exinious or Helder?" GR"... A curse on all of you... death will surround all of you until the war starter is delivered back to the gods to receive judgment." With a cloud of smoke, Grim Reaper disappears. -----------------------------------------------------------------------