Grinning Reaper Novels & Stories

Pressing her stomach harder, I sniff, holding back to the tears that are ready to pull out in a second. "Please, little girl, one last chance. London," I cry out blocking her nostrils harder and blowing into her mouth. "She's dead, Boss. There is nothing you can do now. If only we were a minute earlier," Reaper says. I don't know when I punch him, but when he spits out, blood is curled in his saliva. I am surprised a tooth didn't fly out as well. "Ouch!" Sinner blurts out beside us. Hitting him with one of my deadly glares, he throws his hands upward and backs away a few steps.

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

The air crackled with anticipation as they confronted the looming figure of The Reaper. In a secluded clearing, The Reaper's sinister presence was palpable. His eyes glinted with a malevolent gleam as he regarded Lin, Hunter's dad, and mom. The pack members observed from a distance, their anxiety evident in hushed conversations and furtive glances. Lin took a deep breath and addressed The Reaper, her voice unwavering. "We need answers. What have you done with Hunter, and why are you manipulating the pack?" The Reaper, shrouded in dark energy, chuckled ominously. "Ah, Lin, always the curious one. Hunter is safe... for now. As for the pack, I merely offer guidance. A wise alpha should welcome

had to see my own flushed face, my tear-streaked cheeks, and his massive body behind me “Look at yourself,” he ordered “Look at the last Crown daughter about to get her womb pumped full of superior seed.” I stared at our reflection trembling Reaper’s eyes met mine in the glass. His lips curled into a savage smile. “Now the real fun starts.” “Fuck… you’re splitting me,” I hissed, “That’s the idea,” Reaper rumbled. His free hand roamed again. His rough fingers traced my back then slid around to cup my breasts. He kneaded them and hit at my nipples until they were swollen and aching.

Of if he knows, he doesn't care. I stumble backwards, trying to give myself more time to catch my breath. The Reaper, on the other hand, sees it as the perfect opportunity to catch me off guard. He grabs me from my back holding me in a firm bear hold. I instantly crouch down, and spin to the side, before reaching out to punch him in the nuts, resulting in him releasing me from his grasp. I lunge forward and throw my elbow back to connect with his shoulder, pushing him away from me.

The hybrid's arms fall to the ground with the shackles. "Nice try fucker!" I swing my blade a second time decapitating him. Reaper has shifted into his mortal form. He hands me one of the two semi automatic handguns he is holding. We take off running and shooting anything that isn't a dragon, hellhound or king of hell. I scream as I watch Gunner's huge dragon body hit the ground. The earth shakes under our feet. When I finally get to him; what's left of Bael's horde is trying to retreat.

They came with their grief, their confusion, their memories returning in painful, overwhelming waves. A man who had been a Reaper stood before her, his mirrored helmet gone, revealing a young, scarred face. He didn’t speak. He just trembled, tears cutting clean paths through the grime on his cheeks. The memories of what he had done, what he had been, were crashing down on him.

The players eyes widened in terror, as the three figures emerged from the shadows. Medusa stood tall, her hair writhing like snakes, each strand tipped with venomous fangs. Her eyes glowed like embers, piercing through the darkness. A stone-like mask covered her face, except for her full, crimson lips, curved into a wicked smile. The Reaper loomed beside her, his presence like a shadow cast over the land. His eyes were empty sockets, his skin gray and decaying. A black hood covered his face, and his tattered cloak billowed behind him. His blood streaked soulcutter was held firmly to his chest as though passing a silent warning.

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Harlan raised Riven’s arm higher, but the celebration was short-lived. A deep voice boomed from the shadows near the back of the warehouse. “I’m not done yet, Reaper.” A massive figure pushed through the throng. Jaxor Veyl another underground legend with a shaved head, jagged facial scars, and a body built like a wrecking ball. He was known for dirty fights and even dirtier tastes. Harlan’s gold tooth flashed in a wicked grin as he winked at the newcomer. “We got ourselves a bonus round, boys! Reaper versus Veyl. Winner still takes the prize.”

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.