Reaper Demon Novels & Stories

Now he was coming, the thought made her shudder with trepidation. It was rare for there to be any problems with prerogatives, and even in the event that there were, reapers were equipped to deal with them on their own. In the rare cases that problems occurred; it was usually just some soul refusing to move on and deciding to haunt the living. Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts.

I replied, folding my arms over my chest. He glanced over at me, completely black eyes devoid of emotion. More demon than human at this point. I'm sure once upon a time, he looked like a man, back when his name was Alexander O'Connell, but now he looked more like a corpse. Teetering on the line between life and death. Cheating the reaper time and time again. I had to believe that one day the reaper would take the soul that's overstayed its welcome. He set my six-shooter back down, tapping her fingers on the desk like an anxious tell. "What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you for, Theodora?"

"I thought that if I could summon a Greater Demon and kill it with evidence to present to the Caucus, they'd let me be a part of their world and finally accept that I also had something special in me. I admit my plan was way over the top. I was a desperate, stupid eighteen-year old. "Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celesti

Going through the book she realized that they were different soul but the death seems to have occurred in a country on Earth. She teleported over as she saw the souls flying around. Without finding out what happened to got down to work but was suddenly unconscious Just before she Fainted she saw the smirk on the face of the light goddess. When she opened her eyes again, she saw herserf tied up and faced a huge crowd, they all cursed her and called her a Demon. She watched the crowd faintly but never tried to defend herself, because she knew no one will believe her. She glanced at her fellow grim Reapers but they all moved their eyes away and never looked at her.

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

“He was a lousy match, anyways. Tall, dark and dangerous is more your style. Say, how about I set you up with one of my friends-” “I'll pass.” “Your loss. Demons are masters of sin, especially when it's between the bedsheets-” “I'll pass.” “Right. Well, I'm starving, and you didn't touch Damien's food. How about we split a pizza? Reaping always makes me hungry.” “You're paying, Corpseboy.”

he mumbled sadly and I hugged him tightly, telling him I missed him. "The reaper section is a mess. Reapers are retaliating and aren't doing their collections. Victoria is making those disputing her disappear, like my poor Ronan. I fear the human realm is going to experience an apocalypse soon if you two don't get rid of that ignorant female pretending to be in charge," he said gravely.

He is mortally wounded, his chest torn open and his breathing coming in shallow gasps. Damon steps forward, his human form completely restored but his face looking entirely demonic in its cold execution. He drives his boot directly into the dying man’s shattered chest, cracking his ribs with deliberate pressure as he leans down. “Who sent you?” Damon whispers, his voice carrying a low, dual-toned resonance that makes the mud beneath his boots freeze. “How did you bypass the security grid?” The dying Reaper lets out a hollow, bloody laugh, blue foam leaking from the corners of his mouth as his eyes lock onto Damon’s face.

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

Caleb whispered and I shrugged. "He is no angel. He's a bloodsucking demon, with only one purpose on this earth. To destroy us." The old woman stated vehemently. So much for whispering,huh. "Why do you call him the reaper?" I asked, genuinely interested in the story for the first time.