Latin Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

the fucking annoying parrot of a human stepped forward again, interrupting, “you would have to—” My impatience pushed me to using a harsh technique on him. I flicked my palm out in a widespread gesture, and sent him flying back with a gush of horrendous wind. Luciano smirked as he saw the damage. “You're still without a heart,” he drawled. “It’s quite sad how our dear father up there has consistently refused to give you one.” I scoffed. “Don't be an idiot, brother. Grim Reapers are cursed heartless forever. You know it for a fact, that's why you’re thriving in this little crime world you've built for yourself.”

This second life belongs to someone else. This second life doesn't allow me to spoil it and do anything I want. This second life has a purpose, a meaning and a desire to be much better than the first. But all this undead stuff was making me lose sight of my sanity. I could understand how crazy all of this would have sounded if I had told Katherine everything there was to tell. First off, there was the Death Reaper, who didn't look like the monster illustrated in pictures and movies. He actually seemed friendly and, as Krista called him, a "gorgeous dude", considering that he might be the servant of Hades, the Greek god of the underworld.

Sharp eyes, sharper tongue. “Thought you were dead,” she said flatly. “Disappointed I’m not?” Rafael replied. Kira smirked. “Only if it means less chaos.” Next was Lucien Marek, a hacker so infamous his name was whispered in both intelligence and mafia circles. His black nail polish gleamed as he offered Sophia a lopsided grin. “So you’re the woman who turned the Reaper into a man again.” Sophia raised a brow. “Depends on the day.”

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

Let’s talk this out properly. Only for Mira to scream back, "Leave me alone! Unless I get the money today, I’m not moving!" "I’m right, aren’t I, everyone?! "And to those new joining the stream, check the links in the shop below! Don’t miss out!" That’s right. Mira had been livestreaming and selling products every day for the past week. Even if I didn’t pay her so-called emotional damages, she’d already made a fortune. When a reporter asked her to shut the stream down, she slapped the woman across the face. "Stay out of my business! My viewers deserve to see this live. I’m doing this for them!"

He got ready to pay a visit to the company, bringing the plan along to let the employees put it into action. At the same time, over at Tom's place, a man in black with the mask of a grim reaper stood before Tom. "You're finally here, my friend!" The masked man was known as Reaper. Ranked ninth on the Shadow Ranking of the Hitman Guild, he was a formidable hitman who had never failed to take down a target. A year ago, Reaper had gotten injured during an assignment and fell unconscious on the road. Tom came across him and saved him. Thus, the two formed a friendship.

My lips attempted to form another self-accomplished, shit-eating grin, but the muscles in my face refused to comply, and I was stuck somewhere between a constipated smile and a cry for help. Vladislav and Anatoly were still above the podium—or so I thought. I could barely see anything from behind the curtain of blood dancing across my eyes. God, I was so exhausted. But still, I had a chance of destroying Malcom Reece now. I had fulfilled my end of the bargain, and now Vladislav Moroz must fulfill his. The sharp clang of metal snapped me from my thoughts, the loud echo ricocheting through the bloodstained arena. The cage door flew open, and in came fury personified—with a mask.

CLANG. The blade struck its dark armor. No damage. The creature grabbed Raven’s wrist. Her eyes widened. The Reaper lifted her off the ground like she weighed nothing. Ethan shouted. “RAVEN!” Lucian moved instantly. For the first time since meeting him, the playful expression on his face disappeared completely. His golden eyes burned like fire. He vanished. Then reappeared behind the Reaper. His fist slammed into the creature’s side with explosive force. BOOM. The Reaper was thrown across the street, crashing through a parked car.

"The stories we prepared about Lyra — the infidelity, the seduction, the bastard child. Those are already circulating through the pack. Every servant, every guard, every elder has heard the same version." Serena's crying slowed. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Soon," I said, "every person the Reaper's men speak to will confirm it. And when that tyrant discovers the kind of woman he's marked..." I let the smile come. "He'll do our work for us." I straightened my coat and picked up a bottle of aged whiskey from the cabinet. I had to strike first. Fucking Reaper bastard. My jaw tightened, my fingers pressing into the glass. He'd ruined everything—the naming ceremony I'd spent so

I nodded in acknowledgment, but before I could step inside, a teasing voice rang out behind me. “Kian,” I muttered under my breath. If Thorne was the man who used his brain, Kian was the one who relied on sheer strength. This boy—no, this man—was the strongest I’d ever encountered aside from Hades. He was like Liam, a lost soul Thorne had saved when he was young. They called him the Grim Reaper because no matter who his target was, he always returned with their head. His reputation was unmatched. I had once tried to lure him to my side, but his loyalty to Thorne was something beyond my understanding. It was unwavering, almost sickening.