Latin Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache. Years passed. I lived as a reaper. Cold. Efficient. Detached. I watched lives end and guided souls to their fates. One gloomy afternoon, I saw my mother's name written in the Death Note. I didn’t flinch.No fear. No sadness. Nothing.... Maybe it’s because I’m no longer human— Just a cold-blooded shell of what I used to be. I reaped my mother’s soul with steady hands. No tears, no hesitation. When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos.

he smiles “And he is... but his girlfriend or whatever, knows us from the streets... he also has balls and from what I saw he is more of a leader than him...” “Did he recognize you?...” he nods smiling “I think we have another fixed client…” he says proudly. “Can... who is it?...” I ask with curiosity, he shrugs his shoulders and comments nonchalantly “The truth is that I have no idea, but he knows us from the street, my name is Grim Reaper and you D...” he smiled when he heard the name and I answered him “Maybe it's one of the girls we protected...” he nods and comments

“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.

Five minutes passed, and finally the few people Venus and Leon were waiting for arrived at the graveyard area. They stood not far behind Venus and Leon, who were still standing in front of the fake Aurel grave. "Is this how you thank the Delmonte family?" asked a middle-aged woman in a high voice. "This is a grave; please respect my daughter who just died," Venus replied in a flat tone. Then Mrs. Lauren walked quickly towards Venus, while the other four people who came to the place with Mrs. Lauren just stayed in place while keeping an eye on the conditions around the place.

His robe whispered over the rocky ground, the sound dry—like sandpaper scraping. He stopped right in front of me. His thin, pale hand shot out, grabbing the collar of my already torn shirt from when I fell off that cliff earlier. With a rough yank, he ripped it open, exposing the ugly scar across my chest—the mark from the night everything was taken from me. The sorcerer’s eyes widened. He sucked in a sharp breath, then let out a raspy laugh. “Well, well,” he murmured, his voice trembling with sick excitement. “Vane really was too stupid to let you live, Lulu.”

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

I had barely recovered from the shock and pain of my father's death when Kimberly stabbed in the middle of my mother's throat and laughed, enjoying how my mother's blood splattered all over her and on the floor before her soul left her body. "I am going to kill you all." I don't know where I get the strength from all of a sudden, but I managed to break free from the chair and shift into my giant golden wolf, with fur as soft as silk, a golden crest on my shoulder glowing in the dim light of the warehouse and sparkling like magic. I lunged at Kimberly to kill him when Alaric shifted into his wolf, a giant black wolf with red eyes and fire in his eyes. He bit my neck and broke my rib before he

“Lucian” “NO!” he yelled, grasping my shoulders so forcefully I cried out. “They want a monster, Elara? I’ll give them one. They want a Reaper of Blood? I shall be their apocalypse.” Lightning sliced the sky, thunder rocking the chapel as the candles flickered and died, throwing us into darkness. His lips found mine again, violent and urgent. “Stay with me,” he murmured into my mouth. “Stay with me while I burn the world to keep him safe.”

Leon grumbled to himself. The following day, the cremation procession began. Camille approached Alpha Arthur, who looked devastated. The Alpha couldn't stop shedding tears as he watched the flames grow larger and larger over his grandfather's body. His biggest regret in life was that he hadn't been able to prove to Elder Jhonas that he could wisely lead the pack and ensure its safety. “I even failed to protect Elder Jhonas. How could someone poison him?” Alpha Arthur said, staring blankly at the flames.

I might die tonight, but I won't be their prey. They cursed, retreating. “You psycho bitch!” “Luna or not, this slut is just not worth it!” They ran like the cowards they were, and I finally collapsed again, letting myself breathe. My vision was getting darker as my heart beat slower and slower. Maybe this was it. Maybe the end had finally come. But I wasn’t ready to meet the Moon Goddess just yet. I wanted my revenge… I wanted to watch Emilia and Liam burn for what they did.