Grime Reapers Novels & Stories

" The samples… I had found them through countless observations, nearly exhausting myself in the process, and now they wanted to take even that from me. A surge of fierce unwillingness rose in my chest. Dragging my nearly frozen body upright, I stood again. The axe was still at my side. I grabbed it and staggered back to where the pipeline had cracked earlier. The flames of revenge burned fiercely in my heart. 'Zachary… Luna… 'You two want to use my life in exchange for her permanent position, right? 'Then let me make sure that you get a permanent assignment… in hell!' Crash! Crash!

However, no matter how desperately she pleaded, not a single cent came through. Ten minutes of fake crying later, frustration broke through her mask, and she snapped. “You bunch of broke losers! So many people in here and you can’t even scrape together one decent donation?” The mood flipped instantly. A new flood of messages filled the screen. [Any cops watching this stream? The suspect is right now under the Frostbridge overpass.] The tip spread like wildfire in the chat. Mira panicked and hurried to shut the stream down, but it was too late. The officers were the ones who finally ended her live feed.

The company’s reputation had plummeted, and within months, it had been swallowed by a competitor. Tapping the screen, I went through more of his work. Something about it unsettled me. Suddenly , memories of perhaps what I knew about his personal life glared at me. I couldn’t quite place the exact story I had heard about him in the past. But it felt like I knew who he was. Author’s Note: Revenge After Rebirth: No Longer Yours, Ex! Will be updated at least 4 to 5 times a week. Please do well to add to your library so whenever a new chapter is updated, you will be notified. Happy reading!!

" There was a rare hint of passive-aggressiveness in his voice. Florence ignored him and held her phone out to me. "Look at this! Gets you excited, doesn't it?" she asked enthusiastically. Hayden followed my gaze, and his expression darkened instantly. There was a five-foot-nine-inch-tall man with particularly dazzling eight-pack abs displayed on the screen. "Whoa!" someone exclaimed enviously. "Do you have connections to any more of those quality men?" "Yes, in your dreams," said Florence sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "This is a junior staff member who just came to work with my department. Anna gets dibs."

What must have happened to them. Without knowing what the grudge was there was no way out of this. Alexa had to act fast. She had to find out what happened and how all this came to be. " Who are you then. Please tell me?" " I am a soul reaper. My job is collect souls and take them to the underworld." A scythe made of ice appeared in its now skeletal hand and a skeletal face imerged from under the hood making Alexa shudder. In all her life she has never met a grim reaper. It was really in front her and it was waiting for Alpha Felix's death.

In the center of the room was what appeared to be an altar made from black stone and marble with a single flame burning atop it. On either side of the altar were two reapers—one male and one female—dressed in matching black robes and hoods that covered their features from view except for their eyes which were a deep dark red color like blood. An archway stood offset the altar, leading to another room. The atmosphere in this chamber was one of torture and screams as if used for black magic and sacrifice. The energies of the reapers felt like that of shame, disgust, and imprisonment. As we walked forward into this mysterious chamber, I could feel my heart racing from anticipation at what might

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.”

Death blocked the kick with his arms, but before he could counter Zach had already jumped backward with another gust. The air in the room gathered around Zach's arms and legs. "We had another fight scheduled and I wanted to convince you to go. Figured I might as well move the fight up, considering I hope you'll be leaving soon." Death often forgot how battle-hungry Zach could get. He was one of the oldest grim, an elite force of reapers that Death picked to act as an example for humans that wanted to get stronger. 'You've seen more fights than almost any other human I've met, but you still have a bad habit of overestimating yourself.'

a rogue faction of the original tribe who had rejected the resonance ten thousand years ago to embrace the vacuum of the deep reach. The Reapers were a terrifying inversion of the Silver Crest evolution. Their skin was a dull, matte black that seemed to suck the light out of the binary suns, and their eyes were pits of absolute white, devoid of the gold ring of the healer or the silver flash of the king. They didn't carry staves of light; they carried "Abyssal Scythes," jagged weapons of void-steel that hummed with a frequency designed to drain the resonance from any living thing. "The harvest is here," the lead Reaper hissed, his voice a discordant harmony that vibrated painfully in our mar