Grinning Reaper Novels & Stories

Alpha Reese instructed. “Reese, you’re being totally unreasonable. How could Camden have known what the glass contained?” Gregor changed tactics. “A drink that was being brought to me to be tested. What other purpose would there be, Gregor? How could he not know it was important? Don't try to insult my intelligence. If it was important enough for Miranda to send him that text, then he knew it was important enough to cause an issue for her, but he didn’t care enough to ask why. But hey, even though you lost the treaty between us, there's still some good news. It looks like you’re going to gain three new pack members at Red Rock very soon. You just need to stay focused on the bright side, Greg

I teased softly, “it’s just peppers. They’re not armed.” He shot me a mock-glare, but his lips twitched. “These things are slippery. I’ve faced worse enemies.” A second later, the knife slipped. He hissed, pulling his finger back. A tiny bead of blood welled up. “Oh no,” I gasped dramatically, rushing over. “My big scary Reaper is wounded! Whatever shall we do?” He sulked instantly—bottom lip jutting out in the most adorable pout I’d ever seen. “It’s not funny. I was trying to be useful for once.”

Thus, elf warriors support the crazy actions of Dwarves warriors. The Grim Reapers felt restless and uncomfortable because their head was filled with dwarves. They roared in annoyance and tried to pull the army of dwarves out of their head. However, the discus throwers threw their respective weapons at the Grim Reaper's fingers, keeping the bone monster's hands busy. Finally, in frustration, the monster shook its skull like a drunken man to knock down the army of dwarves clinging like leeches.

He simply gripped his wine glass tightly. After a moment of silence, Whitney's smile started to stiffen on her face, and tears formed in her eyes. Her voice was slightly shaky as she called out, "Hays?" After a long moment, Hayden decided to speak up. "I'm sorry, Whitney. There's actually someone whom I've always liked." He looked in my direction.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

She smiled coldly, "It's me, it's me, I did everything, and everyone who signs and receives the sign will die." After saying this, she laughed wildly, "Haha... they died…..all dead, all dead." She smiled and stepped back, her hands were still waving her sleeves as if she was dancing, and she seemed to be unable to stand still, crying and laughing, and gnashing her teeth, "They are all dead at last, and all my retaliation is avenged. already." Immediately afterward, Arielle switched to another emotion. She lowered her head and clenched her hands into fists, but her body was shaking, but her voice was still gentle, "Why are you doing this?"

A Reaper stepped through the portal opening. Tall, with ebony hair, he wore the long black cloak she expected to see, a scythe in his hand. The man quickly ran to the left of the portal, and then another Reaper appeared on his heels. Dressed identically, with the same weapon, he ran to the right. Then, another sprang forth, and another. Ru watched, her eyes wide as the Reapers continued to pour out of the portal, as if Hell had spilled an inkwell and the thick, black substance was covering the entire earth.

he whispered, hands framing my face, “you are the best thing that ever happened to me. From the moment I took you from that apartment, you changed everything.” I kissed him deeply, pouring every emotion into it. The kiss turned heated, desperate. He took me right there against the cold stone, slow and intense, the snow contrasting with the fire between us. We came together under the stars, whispering vows and promises for the future. Dawn brought the beginning of the end. The original Project Reaper facility was a tomb of concrete and forgotten horrors. Our forces hit hard and fast. Damien led the charge while I stayed back with the children in a secured command post, Elena at my side.

Cillian’s lips curled back to reveal sharp, bloody canines. “I was so hoping we’d get to this part . . . ” he said, wiping his mirth-streaked eyes. His giggles erupted into loud, manic laughter, and the Reapers behind our seats raised their blades. Before the one behind me could stab down, I pulled the revolver from my pocket, pointed up at the Reaper’s jaw, and fired. The Reaper fell as the bullet blasted through its head, but no blood sprayed from the wound—only a cloud of dust. The skull mask wasn’t a mask at all. It was its face!