Grinning Reaper Novels & Stories

Running my hands on the tip of the knife that stuck out of his stomach, fresh tears fell out of my eyes again. Suddenly I felt something on my face and opened my eyes to meet Narek's own. He was back in his human form and was smiling weakly at me. "You did it" he managed to mutter. My heart felt like it was going to explode with joy as I couldn't believe my eyes. Narek was back and alive! I instantly pulled him in a hug, tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. Narek shoved the sliver knife out of his body from his back and I watched in awe as his wounds began to heal on their own.

Drawing a smile behind the façade of her excited and jumping soul, it slowly opens, as the death reapers appear, and immediately greet her. “Yo!” Wearing a smile that does not mean gladness, but more on a paid mission and necessary steps that he should take. The reaper that appears in front of her, who wears unusual clothes, yet rings the very world that reflected unto the original, and just like this world where she exists is playing the same game that no one of them could ever escape from but holds the difference and uncanny ways than theirs. He wears a mask that somehow imitates a mummy, yet not and the scythe that shines with its material that is made from gold, silver, gems, and bronze.

he said softly, “you can try to fight me.” He spread his hands slightly. “And watch your entire world burn.” Maya sobbed. I tightened my grip on my gun. Reaper smiled. “Choose.” The gunshot echoed through the compound, sharp enough to split the night in half. Reaper didn’t flinch. Didn’t turn. Didn’t even blink. He just smiled — slow, deliberate — like the sound was a bell he’d been waiting for. Behind me, Maya gasped, her fingers digging into the back of my shirt.

It was a wooden scythe with a u-shaped moon. He’s a– “Grim reaper,” I mumbled. “You’re a grim reaper?” With wide eyes, I took two steps backward. “I sure am.” He grinned more seeing my reaction. I looked at him from head to toe. “You don’t look like one though. Grim reapers usually blend in with the mormians making it easy for them to catch evil spirits.” He gave me a stern look. “It’s because I’m born to stand out.” He stared back to the road and put his hands in his pockets. “Besides, no evil spirit can escape Grip,” he boastfully added.

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 upper cutted the Reaper as is soared up to the sky as Rick hamesed the flight of an eagle to meet of up in the air and slammed it into the ground. But the other Reapers began to glitch suspiciously before accelerating at a hyper sonic speed. The first Reaper unleashed a energy beam from its hand similar to fright stars and blasted Natalie in the ground, unfreezing the time halt. “Warzone,” Rick Screamed. But then the second Reaper friend a sonic Scream similar to shriek’s that blasted Rick and myself back on the ground. “Holy third Reaper Stormed to the sky hampering the power of plymoth to conjure gravitational pressorg upon us.

Looking onto the figure of the giant that seemed to embody death itself, Mane chuckled wordlessly and said, “Hello, Reaper.”

Reaper Swithin said, blowing his nose and taking in the air. "AAHHHHH! This Moroi blood!" Reaper Swithun Johnson is the guardian of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. He has ginger hair and blue eyes and always wears a black dress coat with silver buttons. He is tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a piercing gaze that can make even the bravest of souls tremble. Reaper Swithun is known for his unwavering loyalty to the coven and his fierce protection of its members. After Ace, Reaper is second in command in the coven.

The usual admiration salute. The Eloesan people on the other hand had witnessed the most fearful experience in their entire life. Which is understandable, because after all, the thing that stood behind me were a big dark miasma, but inside that hazing miasma of light absorbing miasma, was a death reaper, wearing a weathered black hoodie, underneath that seasoned hoodie, were pale skull, with the bluish green fire as eyes and as it opened it’s bonny mouth the dark miasma constantly falling out, and on each of it’s hand, my death reaper were holding one it’s left hand a rose soaked with dripping red bloods, and on the left was the sharpest ever metallic rapier. And the entire parts that were v