Grinning Reaper Novels & Stories

"If the core stops turning, we lose the gravity-well. We lose everything!" The Static-Reapers Arrive As the Earth began its fusion ignition, the Sink at the edge of the sector took notice. Out of the Absolute Zero, the Reapers appeared. They weren't ships. They were enormous, spindly needles of "Solid Cold"-beings resembling frozen lightning bolts. They didn't fire weapons; they simply floated toward the Earth, and wherever their shadow passed, all motion halted. Birds froze mid-air, falling like stones. The "Seed-Walkers" in the nurseries turned into emerald statues.

I took the deck and flipped through the data models and risk frameworks. "Good." I signed off and handed it back. "Let everyone know: midnight, we're going to run a clean, hard campaign." "If we win this one, I'll open the champagne myself." I stood in front of Nova Commerce's enormous display screen and watched the countdown tick down, second by second. I already knew there'd be no detonations tonight. Because real capability has never needed a loss-leader gimmick to prove itself. My life, in this moment, had finally found its way home.

Sticky black liquid splashed across his face, warm and thick like syrup on his skin. “Gross,” he shouted as he ran. “Goddamn it, I hate these things!” Around him, the Reapers stopped and stared at their fallen comrade. They looked at the ground and then at each other until one of them threw back its head and roared. At once the others joined in and Gabriel felt the ground tremble beneath him.

“I have the time right now. Jade is making lunch. So you better get your ass over here before it’s all gone.” Reaper meets me at the door as soon as I get there. Unlike me, Reaper has a very flashy security system. Don’t get me wrong, my system is state of the art, but it’s a little less intrusive. Whereas Reaper’s system requires you to be scanned and checked like you’re in an airport. “Savage.” Reaper greets me with a smug smile. “Reaper, am I allowed in here, or are we going to stare into each other’s dreamy eyes for the rest of the night?” I mutter sarcastically. Reaper chuckles and waves me in. “Come on in.”

Only now did I fully see his face not wearing his hat. The parting of her dark black hair suits him. He is also had a white complexion and his lips are very red. His eyebrows are just so beautifully drawn. So, are his puffy eyes. It is so deep like it can hypnotize. As if by the time you stare at him, you will go insane. This is probably the so-called masterpiece of heaven. I sighed for the fifth time. Why the heck this Grim reaper became this gorgeous in my eyes right now? Damn it!

"In front of the entire pack, you will hand the Healer's Grimoire to her yourself." He wanted to humiliate me publicly. He wanted everyone to watch as I, Elara, the divinely gifted healer, handed my legacy over to a replacement. I said nothing. My silence seemed to infuriate him. He thought I was trying to bargain. "Just agree," he pressed, dangling what he thought was an irresistible lure, "and the Redstone Hunting Grounds to the west of the territory will be yours. Personally. It holds the richest prey, a prize every warrior covets."

A skeletal figure cloaked in black, gripping a scythe—the Reaper’s insignia. That ring. I’d seen it before. My grandfather noticed my change in expression. "What is it?" I pointed at the screen. "That ring… does the Reaper gang still exist?" His face darkened. "I thought I wiped them out." I scoffed. "Guess you missed a few." His frown deepened as he stared at the screen, lost in thought. Raisel shifted beside me, her brows furrowed. She had no idea what we were talking about.

I snarl at him. His eyes sweep over me to the rest. They’ve all stood up in guard, but that doesn’t seem to faze him at all. One thing that makes Reaper really dangerous is the fact that he was maniac. Sure, I am cold, but Reaper takes that to a whole new level. He is a sociopath and a psychopath, all wrapped in a pretty ugly and deadly bow. “I’m here to see, Ava. Why else do you think I would be here? To see your sorry ass?” he asks with a devious smirk.

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

“Every member of our pack dedicated their souls to Fenrir. None of us care about going to Heaven, and we sure as buggery don’t want to go to Hell.” “I’m calling for backup.” The male reaper reached into his cloak. Raising my gun, I shot a needle into his sternum. Golden light flashed from his chest, and he disappeared. “What did you do to my boss?” The young reaper backed toward the door. I pointed the gun at her. “Are you going to give us any trouble?” She shook her head. “Shrink your scythe and put it back into your pocket,” Griff said. The young reaper did as he asked.