Grime Reapers Novels & Stories

Rider was also engaged, and Sky’s first line, the one that was supposed to be there as a perimeter, was forced to move in to hold them off. Cutter chose a demon to concentrate on, one that was closest to the doorway of the church, but before he could do too much damage, he looked up to see four Reapers closing in, their scythes raised. Unlike any of the Reapers he’d ever pursued, these actually were made of bone, which was startling to him. It took him a moment to recover, and that split second was enough time for one of the Reapers to hit him with a wave of black energy. Cutter staggered backward and fought against it, managing to bring the light from his right hand around to cut through it

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 sound of his boots faded down the hall. I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. My body was still shaking. Not from fear. Or not only from fear. When his teeth had grazed my mark, something inside me had ignited. A heat that started at my neck and poured down through my chest, my stomach, my thighs. My skin had tightened. My breath had caught. And for one terrible, honest second, I had wanted him closer. The Reaper. The man who’d killed his own family. The man who collected territories like other men collected debts.

"Cassie, that's a new low, messing up this bad and then trying to pin it on Director Erin." "Honestly. How do you do something this reckless and then act surprised?" "You owe everyone here money. Pay us back!" Jason finally snapped out of it. He hauled himself up and roared at Tom. "Shut it down! Kill the servers, cut the connection, stop the bleeding!" Tom smiled grimly and shook his head. "It's too late, Jason." "The withdrawal function was set to instant. The money is already sitting in digital wallets across those bot accounts." "If we kill the servers now, we don't get the money back. We also trigger a unilateral termination clause with the platform."

The Coming of the Reapers The peace was shattered by a sound that shouldn't exist in deep space—a low, melodic Howl. On the edge of the Mosaic-World’s "Bubble," the first of the Reapers arrived. They weren't ships. They were massive, bio-engineered hounds the size of skyscrapers, their bodies composed of the same Thorne-DNA as Leo. They were "Data-Sniffers," designed to track the specific "Noise" of a rogue consciousness through the void. One of the Reapers pressed its snout against the Mosaic’s energy shield. It didn't fire a weapon; it began to Lick the barrier. It was tasting the "Flavor" of Leo’s soul, looking for a weakness in the code.

The moment I was blasted awake by nonstop phone calls, I knew I had been reborn. I smashed my phone into pieces without hesitation. In my previous life, Elijah Cook had courted disaster. He secretly embedded pirated software bought online into the security program. The security system collapsed under a virus attack, and the cryobank began to warm. He cried and begged me to save him. I knew that the cryobank had just received the last vial of sperm from a powerful heir who had become infertile. It was his final chance to have a bloodline

Instead, the woman released a blood-curdling scream, and I was filled with excitement and adrenaline. It was my turn to smirk as she was thrown back through the ward. A large black puff of smoke rose like a mushroom top around her as she hit the dirt. Her screaming continued as her back arched, and she clawed at her chest, ripping herself open as if she were trying to get my light out of her. My eyelids lowered as I watched her, amused by her suffering as the smell of her corrupted, black blood filled the air. “Gods,” One of the reapers whispered as she went limp and a flickering blue light lifted from her, followed by several others.

He spots Jimmie and pauses. “Good to see you back on your feet, pup,” he says with a small, rare smile. “Thank you, Franco,” Jimmie replies softly. But Franco’s smile fades quickly. He turns to me, jaw clenched. “There’s been another attack. Midnight Reaper. This time it’s worse.” I stiffen. “Midnight Reaper?” Jimmie echoes. “What is that?” Franco answers, “A rogue. A sick psycho werewolf. Killing humans.” “Nadia?” Jimmie asks again.

His face was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him. “You… you must be mistaken,” he whispered, his voice low, almost cold. I raised a brow at him. “Do I look like I’m mistaken? My father is never wrong either.” My eyes met his, fierce and unwavering. Damon exhaled slowly, the anger and worry in his chest visible in the way his shoulders stiffened. “Avery, the blood reapers…They are ruthless,” he said finally, voice low, almost a growl. “Cold-blooded. They don’t care who gets hurt… or how much chaos they cause. Some of the rogues my uncle sent to the pack to get me distracted… they were from the Blood Reapers. They used… some kind of elixir to strengthen themselves. Makes them a

Her eyes gleamed. “They’re Verek's direct lapdogs. Killers. They’ve slaughtered more people than most ordinary dare to count… Alphas included.” She leaned back slightly in her seat, completely at ease. “They’re rogues.” A sharp wave of gasps rippled through the crowd. Eyes darted toward George and the twins, disbelief written plainly across their faces. But Verya wasn’t done. “Not just rogues,” she added lightly. The air seemed to tighten. “They are the Four Reapers.”