Reapers Comic Novels & Stories

"Please... someone help me. I have nowhere left to turn." I scrolled to the comments with a cool sort of curiosity. I half-expected there to be a wave of sympathy from people who didn't know the full story. Instead, the comment section had completely flipped. "Wait, she actually changed it to 'spend $300, save $350'?? Is this a charity or a business?" "You thought deal-scraping bots were real customers? They were never going to buy anything, they were there to clean you out." "'Gen Z reclaims the workplace'? More like Gen Z torched her own boss's company. Lmao."

Naturally, as a money-hungry degenerate, I applied to join all nine. You'd think the pure, innocent moderators of the "Lawful Good" and "True Neutral" boards would reject a join request from a user literally named [Grim Reaper]. But people are stupid and morbidly curious. They hit 'Accept' just to see what kind of unhinged garbage I was going to post. What I did was immediately change my bio to: [OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS. ALL SERVICES PROVIDED.] Unsurprisingly, my profile views skyrocket. An S Combat Tier Reaper offering every service? Unprecedented.

The Coming of the Reapers The peace was shattered by a sound that shouldn't exist in deep space—a low, melodic Howl. On the edge of the Mosaic-World’s "Bubble," the first of the Reapers arrived. They weren't ships. They were massive, bio-engineered hounds the size of skyscrapers, their bodies composed of the same Thorne-DNA as Leo. They were "Data-Sniffers," designed to track the specific "Noise" of a rogue consciousness through the void. One of the Reapers pressed its snout against the Mosaic’s energy shield. It didn't fire a weapon; it began to Lick the barrier. It was tasting the "Flavor" of Leo’s soul, looking for a weakness in the code.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

"Came after us first." "Don't care who started it," Reaper said. "I'm finishing it. That's what matters." "Then why come?" Dominic asked. "Why show up if you're just gonna kill us anyway?" "Wanted to see your face," Reaper said. "Wanted to watch you squirm. Wanted daddy to watch you die." Marcus stood. "That's it. We tried being civil." "Civil," Reaper said. Laughed again. "Your kid blew my brother's brains out. Nothing civil about any of this."

This made him strive to remember if he ever washed his coat as a Reaper. There were four of them, each from the opposing side. The strongest Reapers are usually sent to get the due soul because of the struggle they go through to get it. This was Damien's best part of being a Reaper. "Don't get excited watching Reapers fight for a soul, yours might be the one they fight for next." Roman snorted. He yanked Damien's hand off his wrist and resumed walking. The toy shop Roman had said was literally a store where strange-shaped toys were made. How did a little boy know such a place?

Lucas looked at me like I was deranged. "I really don't know. " I defended myself. I just became a wandering ghost just a few weeks ago. I am not knowledgeable in the world of dead. "Grim reapers don't age, they are like us. They have a long life span. I don't know how they become grim reapers but I know is that some of them lived like a living being. They eat, sleep, and work like normal people. So I guessed they have to follow living being's nature and adapt in human society."

Death blocked the kick with his arms, but before he could counter Zach had already jumped backward with another gust. The air in the room gathered around Zach's arms and legs. "We had another fight scheduled and I wanted to convince you to go. Figured I might as well move the fight up, considering I hope you'll be leaving soon." Death often forgot how battle-hungry Zach could get. He was one of the oldest grim, an elite force of reapers that Death picked to act as an example for humans that wanted to get stronger. 'You've seen more fights than almost any other human I've met, but you still have a bad habit of overestimating yourself.'

"Okay, this may sound messed up, but I believe you can't be just a human. Humans don't meet the Scaler before you enter the afterlife." "I'm sorry, who?" This has to be it. This experience is nothing but a bad dream, and even the nurse isn't real. I lost the last remains of my sanity, and I'm probably lying in a coffin that Kieran and Octavius are lowering into the pit in the ground. Yes, I'm dead and hallucinating before whatever it is decides where I go next.

The man had finally managed to produce a child and he wanted me to stand in a hall and applaud. "Small man," I said. "Large occasion." Gary said nothing. That was the correct response. My throne had been built on the bodies of my father and my brothers, taken in the year I turned twenty-four, held through five years of war that hadn't fully ended. I had killed more men than I could name. The packs called me The Reaper and stayed out of my borders and prayed their treaties held. The elders said Moon Godness herself had cursed me, no fated mate, no heir, no future beyond the violence I was good at.