Reaper Demon Novels & Stories

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

I growl, pacing back and forth. The spirit looks anxious all of a sudden. “I know you’re mad, but you’ve helped me come to life!” “What about Atari’s spell to kill the Demon’s. Is that real?” I demand. Keo mentioned it to me, so I know it is, but I need to know if it’s imminent. “Oh yes, but now that I’m alive, maybe I can find a way to help,” she insists, stepping toward me. I take a step back, just as the door to the room opens, revealing a triumphant looking Atari.

"Oh, stop worrying so much. Just throw him down to the eighteen layers of Hell." "But what if he punctures a hole in one of the layers and lets all the demons out? It'll be troublesome." "So, what do you suggest we do with him now?" This question silenced all the demons in the room, who turned their attention to the Grim Reaper, who had just climbed back onto the chair. Under their watchful gaze, the Grim Reaper remained silent for a long time before speaking softly, "Let's temporarily allow him to..." The entire hall fell silent like a sheet of paper.

I know that I am trying to bait him, but he isn’t always the brightest bulb in the box. “Well, Baby we do have to keep women under control. It is the only way to achieve the goal.” With these words, I knew that I was stumbling onto something here. “All the hard work would go down the drain if he doesn’t put up a fight and lets you have a choice. The whole point of the reaping is to keep women under the thumb of men. I would never do that to you of course but we can’t let anyone know that. I could lose my place in the Chosen.” He continues his ministrations on my neck and I was trying hard to act like I was enjoying it.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

Don't tell me you forgot why I task you with this in the first place? Reiya: Haha. Yup I have the result. He smells really good. His soul that is. Avareza L Ban spiritual presence is on par with the current Demon King of Destruction, Diablo Abaddon.

She couldn't move nor speak, she didn't really want to cry because she knew very well that it wouldn't do anything for her, wouldn't ease her pain, so she kept calm and silently waiting for her fate because she kinda lost all her hopes. All of a sudden the red shiny portal opened in front of her sight, within a second Rachel felt someone's presence near her lifeless body... A strong sweet smell filled her nose, a masculine, rainy and wood scent... Her temples throbbed from the pain but somehow, this sweet smell, and its tipsiness was reducing all the pain from her... No one spoke, no one moved, no one even tried to... If they do, then the situation could have become worse... The demon king L

The Reaper returns at dawn. I haven't slept. None of us have. We've spent the night in the foundation, planning. Preparing. Panicking quietly. "Training starts now." She announces. No greeting. No warmth. Just business. "You have three months to learn what death itself took eons to master. We begin immediately." "Who are we fighting?" Damon demands. Always the alpha. Always needing control. Always asking the questions that matter. The Reaper's smile turns cold. "Someone you know. Someone Aurora knows very well. Someone who died because of her. Someone who wants revenge so badly they're willing to destroy all of existence to get it."

--- ### The Heart of the Harvest I followed her, driven by a desperate need to find the Core and a lingering, suicidal hope that some part of my mother was still in there. The stairs led to a chamber that defied the laws of physics. It was a cathedral of light and meat. Pulsing veins the size of tree trunks ran along the walls, carrying glowing emerald fluid toward a central sphere that hovered in the air. This was the **Reaper Core**.

"The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak." She looked back at us, her expression grim. "And they don't use drones for maintenance. They use the **Reaped**." "Who are the Reaped?" Rowan asked. "The people who didn't survive the de-compiler," she said. "The ones who lost their souls to the simulation. They’re coming to put you back in your boxes." A sound echoed from the sky—a long, low horn that sounded like the Earth itself was crying.