Kuroshitsuji Grim Reapers Novels & Stories

he hissed, turning toward the presence. The shadow stepped forward. Pale skin like porcelain, eyes blacker than night itself, and a presence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe. “I am what waits at the end of your kind,” the figure said, voice deep and hollow. “You were given years you did not deserve, Clark.” “What the f*ck are you talking about?!” Clark spat, backing away. “Get out of here—this is none of your business!” The Reaper tilted his head. “You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.”

I closed my eyes prepared to die. A musky leather scent hit my nostrils, and my heartbeat increased. I would recognize that scent anywhere. It was Grim. Or maybe I was hallucinating. Death was near after all. “Let her go!” His deep growl filled the hall. They immediately stood up and bowed as he strolled in with a tightened shoulder and a deep frown on his face. A smile tugged my lips. “I said let her go!” He thundered again with so much force that some wolves fell on their knees.

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.

“Sorry if I can't remember every little thing you say, Corpseboy.” “I'm the Grim Reaper, the Masked Reaper. Follow me, little lamb? Or are you still lost in the pasture?” “I'm not a sheep, idiot. Don't patronize me- hey!” I exclaimed as he grabbed my hands impatiently, thrusting my fingers against his bony cheeks. “Eww! Let go of me! What the heck are you doing?” I protested, recoiling at the feel of the skull beneath my fingers. But his grip remained firm, forcing me to trace the cool bone as his hands guided mine to the hollows beneath his brow.

Anita called Andrea's attention and questioned her, " I told you about this earlier. Are you able to find out who is behind it? And what is that creature? The two times I have encountered it, I realized it just want my soul." Andrea took out her wand and waved it. Her eyes flickered, but she shook her head negatively. " I haven't gotten the culprit. But you have to take me to Crescent Fierce Moon Pack, maybe I can find out who is really behind it once I get to that room. And about the creature, it's a grim reaper. They are creatures that collect souls from the dead or people that are close to dying. They help those collected souls to cross to the aimed place ,or to the forgotten realm, or re

Alex and the grim reaper took out their Glock 22 guns and began to shot the remaining mean until the reached the target car. Alex shot both the driver and the second guard on the front passenger seat as the grim reaper opened the passenger seat and pulled the leader out. “Mr Ravoli, a pleasure to meet you.” The grim reaper said smiling. “What do you want from me? Who are you?” Mr Ravoli said looking weak as his eyes begged for mercy. One thing the man on the ground didn’t know about the grim reaper is that she doesn’t grant mercy, that’s just not who she is.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Around her, the pristine room felt alien in its perfection after what she had just witnessed. “I’m sorry.” She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “I couldn’t take any more of that.” “I understand,” Lucius told her. “The first time I saw it for myself I was… how can I put it? Disturbed to say the least, and I have had my own fair share of human dinners.” Gabriel sat taller in his seat and Aurora feared he would leap the table and wrap his fingers around Lucius’ perfect white throat. “You called them Reapers?” Aurora said. “What are they? What do they want?”

Sweat trickles from my forehead down to my neck, my eyes turn dry when I open them so widely as I watch the horrifying figure walk towards us. I grab Daniella’s arm and pull her close, nervously I whisper in her ear——expressionless skeletal face, long hooded cloak, gigantic scythe, “I-isn’t that the Grim Reaper!?” “Um-hmm.” calmly Daniella nods, it seems like she has some ideas about this figure too. Everybody knows who a Grim Reaper is, if someone doesn’t know about him, he collects souls! He is a personified force of death!

“Is he static, too?” For the first time, a flicker of something other than sorrow crossed Lachesis’s face. It was a weary, ancient pity. “You misunderstand the Reaper’s purpose, Prince of Hell. The Raven Reapers are not vultures drawn to carrion. They are a function, as old as we are. They are the enforcement arm of destiny.”