Grime Reapers Novels & Stories

From the helicopter, I watched Alfred race to the crash site, clutching the fallen license plate, crying out, "Helen, Ruby..." It did not take long for the internet to explode with news of Ruby and I dying in that fiery wreck. I held my sleeping Ruby tight, put away my phone, and whispered, "This is it, Alfred. We're done for good." Alfred was haunted, thinking it was all some nightmare. He would slap himself, pinch his skin, and even jab himself with a knife, desperate to snap out of it. However, the pain, sharp and undeniable, kept telling him the brutal truth.

His feelings were far too fleeting. Ryan's fingers twitched, and I knew he was recalling the same moment. Then, he reached out with his claws and scraped away the words on my tombstone, carving new ones in their place. "Ryan and his mate, Tiana, rest here together." His claws tore open against the rough stone, blood dripping from his fingers, but he ignored the pain. Slowly, he lay down in the grave he had just excavated. A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he injected himself with a lethal dose of wolfsbane. His pupils contracted sharply, his breathing grew labored, and his body convulsed under the poison's effects.

The eerie sound and distinct smell of blood was getting prominent. Only Damien noticed the grim reapers that where going in and out then place. There was a particular one that walked towards Madeline, circling around her. Before Damien could react a faint light shone around Madeline, so bright that it ate up all the grim reapers in the basement. "This one cannot be taken...part of the angels, too powerful.." The last grim reapers cried out as it got sucked into the light. Damien knitted his brows lightly, pondering about what the grim reaper said.

“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.

This list came at the worst possible time for Clan Phoenix Gods, and especially Grisha. Regardless, the titles 'Ominous Paladin' and 'The Ghoul Reaper' swept the entire world off of its feet. The ripples become currents, and the currents become gigantic tides. The official forums were flooded with discussions attempting to decipher the identities and origins of the two new additions to the list.

She should’ve traded with Zane and sat where she had a worse view, in the middle. The vehicles had come from some wealthy donors who were interested in seeing LIGHTS put a complete end to the Vampires. Like cockroaches who had hidden away until after the blasting was over, they were crawling out from beneath rocks and out of holes, ready to flex their muscles since the most dangerous part of the Revelation appeared to be over.

The player was having the most powerful gun Groza. “Who is this guy?” asked Young Ho annoyed. There was supply drop in front of Lily. “Hurry!! Take it. Take it. Take ittttttt!” said Eun Ji and Lily took it immediately. She got M416 gun from it. Young Ho and Min Jun was still confused because of some player named Grim-reaper who suddenly came and is only targeting them. “Who is that b*stard???” asked Min Jun furiously while attacking him. “Who the hell is Grim_reaper?” asked Young Ho angrily.

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.

I ended the call and began my walk to the docks. When I got there, he was already with some of the men there. And a new face that I hadn’t seen before. “Kane. This is Mr Smith. Mr Smith, the one and only Reaper King,” Mr Smith looked like how most men in the business world looked. Short. Stocked up. Covered with so much jewelry and wiry eyes that gave the impression he’d sell me his mother without blinking. “Reaper. I’ve heard so much about you.” I put my hands in my pockets, my eyes staring at the crates behind him. “Are those the shipments?”

“We can’t bring death into the waking world… it upsets the balance.” He let out a dry, humorless chuckle before shaking his head. “That’s probably why they noticed my presence so quickly. My appearance alone must have set off alarms.” He leaned back against the booth, fingers drumming against the plastic bottle, his thoughts seemingly tangled. “He must have recognized me from the faction under Lilith. Grim reapers don’t just collect human souls; they also deliver demons back to where they belong. I forgot about him… I should have known better.”