Reaper Watch Novels & Stories

Reaper stood beside Stalker, watching as she punched the bag with precision and power. "Hey, Stalker, you think you're tough?" Reaper teased, his voice laced with amusement. "I've seen better form on a prospect." Stalker turned to him, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Stay away from me, Reaper. I'm focusing." Reaper chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Can't stay away, Stalker. You're too much fun to watch. Besides, I'm just trying to help." Stalker's expression darkened. "You're not helping. You're distracting me."

"Firstly, I want to tell you all that I'm grateful for setting me free. Secondly, I as a grim reaper would go back to my post and continue my job. Thirdly, I don't give a fuck of whatever is happening to god" "Grim Reaper, you are not allowed to cuss in the palace " The second Elder reprimanded. "Whatever " She mouthed and turned to leave but suddenly her body was bound with a chain making her unable to leave. "Grim Reaper Rose, This is your mission you are not allowed to reject it. Accepting it guarantees your freedom." The Third Elder dressed in a blue apparel suddenly spoke. His voice was gentle and could make anyone listen to him but unfortunately the person is Rose Blair.

I refuse to become attracted to a female. "I'm a reaper, I don't feel for anyone or anything, I'm neutral in all things," I growl low and drain the glass, repeating the reaper oath in my mind. I slammed the glass down on the table and headed to my bedroom to shower and change. I glanced at the clock in my room as I towel dried my hair. It was still early, only eight in the morning. I wonder if I could see Ayira. I'm sure the coroner was already there retrieving her sister's body. Probably not a good time to visit, I thought and decided to only observe the residence. I dressed like I always do, black suit, black leather shoes. I straightened my tie, grabbed my black fedora and headed back out

He was out cold. I stared at him, chest heaving, then dragged him by the arms down the hall and into his room. I dumped him on the bed, tossed a blanket over him, and shut the door behind me. This was becoming too much of a daily routine for me. Back in my room, I leaned against the door and exhaled. My phone buzzed. It was Mr Grayson. Mr Grayson: the Reaper family is holding a party in two days. We have reason to believe they'll be a hit and run at this event. Your job: gather intel before then and try to stop the killing from happening. Do not engage unless you absolutely have to.

But once his breakthrough was over, this thought which had been put on hold was birthed once more. “The second clue was more of a thought that a clue,” Mane took a deep breath before continuing. “It is said that the Watchers keep their eyes on everything that happens in the Allverse, but the Reaper keeps his eye on the Watchers. What better way is there to keep an eye on the Watchers than being there physically?”

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take the water." A familiar voice startled me, snapping me back to my senses. When I realized I'd been reborn, the sight of the water bottle and bracelet sent chills down my spine. Those two things from my mother, Agnes White, and Thomas Haynes had been the reason my exam score of 1250 was swapped with Adelia's score of 600. Not only that, my health had taken a turn for the worse after three days. I'd gotten a high fever and would even cough up blood. At the same time, Adelia had suddenly recovered from her stomach cancer. She looked so alive and healthy, unlike how sick she'd been before.

And for the first time in the history of the universe, the Reaper didn't check his watch. He just watched the sun go down, and knew that tomorrow, it would rise again. Just for them. The End.

Maybe it is not important? "What a good name. Try to keep a steady pace and stay mindful of Ion fluctuations coming up." Ren said thoughtfully. Seeing as the two raised their guard up, he focused on moving forward. 'Reap, any treasures available?' Reap System: So far nothing. I cannot even generate any major quests anymore. But a few for your followers are continuing to come in. So we have that. Just make sure they live.

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

Though after what happened, I wasn't quite sure if I could even really say I had won either. The Reaper seemed to anticipate my reaction as he smiled at me once more. "Is it ok if I remove your shirt so that I can better see the wound?" He asks, and I nod my head slowly in response. I feel his rough fingers glide carefully along the hem of my shirt. With one firm hand resting along my lower back, the Reaper helps to sit me up as he carefully removes my shirt with the other hand. I look down to see a large wound on my side. It's bleeding quite profusely but seems to be a simple in and out. It doesn't appear as though the knife managed to hit anything critical. I may not be a doctor, but I did