Grinning Reaper Novels & Stories

his face was perfection with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes so beautiful that I had to pause to catch my breath. Scars traced faint lines along his neck, but they only made him hotter for some strange reason. I could sense his power. I believe everyone here could feel it too. Moon Reapers were chosen humans, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself with extraordinary strength to eliminate werewolves who threatened humans or even innocent wolves. However, the Reapers often abused their power. And I had a feeling that the heir would be the worst of them all. He was out of this world. Captivating in a way that made my pulse race and my skin prickle with some unknown emotion.

"Mr. Quinlan will be here in 20 minutes. When he arrives, we'll all be dead!" Maya turned to me and begged me modestly. "Your hacking skills are incredible. You can fix it in ten minutes, right? I'm begging you—Elijah cannot be hurt!" I looked at her and replied in a cold, vengeful tone, "Did you forget? You dislocated my joints earlier. Even if they were set back, I have no strength left. I can't even lift my hands, let alone type." Hopelessness flooded her eyes. Then, it twisted into madness. "No. There's still a way… I'll go to the freezer and take out Mr. Quinlan's sample myself!"

Elara’s POV “It might be a bright idea for you to step out of the shadows,” I said calmly. A few seconds passed before a man materialized inside the room. His face was covered with a mask. He lifted his arm and showed me a tattoo etched into the back of his palm. “Reaper. I have come to take your life,” he growled. The Reapers. One of the greatest assassin guilds in the country. “Do you have any idea where you are? This is Caelthorn territory.”

Marcellus power. And somewhere inside… Lucinda is running out of time. The air smelled of oil, metal, and danger. Sheraphina, Elias, Julius, and their respective men weave between towering crates. Something feels wrong. Too quiet again. Elias noticed it first. “…Stop.” Everyone freezes. But it’s too late. Because above them—hidden between beams—Riker grins down. “Well, well,” he called out. “A Vale princess, a Marcellus heir, and the cold-hearted Trent boy. What a party.”

Who slaughtered in the most brutal way possible and wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied. The Grinning Reaper. That’s what everyone called him. Still, I wasn’t afraid of death. Not after losing the only person who made life worth living. So I nodded calmly, answering his question. “Well… I might’ve gotten intel on where he’s hiding. I came to tell you about it.” I dug into my pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Slipping a cigarette between my lips, I flipped the lighter open, waving my hand nonchalantly.

He would not let go and kept trying to hold on when suddenly, a tall shadow stepped in front of me. "She has expressed herself loud and clear. Touch her again, I dare you." I did not know when Daniel showed up or how much he had heard, but his expression was calm. Even so, I could tell he was happy. He had a good reason to be. He finally became the heir to the Graham family. He could let out all the anger and unhappiness he had been holding in for years.

What on earth was this Reaper thought he was? I brushed his bushy hair, almost patting for the bravery he showed me. It was dangerous, and he could die in an instant for doing it. "This Reaper is a showoff," I murmured. His lips formed a curve. "I have a name," he said, his eyes still shut-closed. "Okay. Doom, the Reaper is a showoff," I replied jokingly. He laughed, then opened his eyes. "Just thank me," "Well, thank you." He looked at me straight. His eyes grew impossibly wide. "Did you just thank me?" he tried to rouse from lying. I helped him to a sitting position.

Deirdre wanted to slap that stupid grin away. “And around the time, you entered the VIP sect, Sybil and Pandora climbed the ventilator and released gas to make them unconscious right away” Frank added. “Did I answer your question well now?” Frank said. “Yeah...I own them big time…” Deirdre said. “But you didn’t thank me, little one” Frank pouted. “Thank you, Frank” Deirdre said coldly. “You are welcome, tiny” Frank grinned. “Take that back, imp not tiny or little one, I’m Deirdre. Plant that in your thick skull” she retorted.

I giggled softly at my thoughts and watched him tilt his head. "Fuck, this shits great if I'm hearing stuff," he growled softly and I covered my mouth. Since I announced my claim he could hear me and probably see me now too, fuck I thought. I pulled out the reaper card with his name upon it and quietly stuffed it between his mattress then rose slowly and froze when he turned. I was caught, what a horrible reaper I was turning out to be. I watched mister sexy rub his eyes, smudging his eyeliner and look directly into my eyes.

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?”