Reapers Realm Haunted House Novels & Stories

"That is both disgusting, disturbing, and idiotic if a spellcaster or a cult would make a cure that could be broken by a kiss. Besides, the dreams are getting worse, but I've learned that having people with me and having fun most of the time is enough to somehow help me ignore the shadow." "What about your bad dreams, Shyne? Your nightmares are getting worse, and anytime that you don't have nightmares, the hallucination happens. It's been a month since we found out about Rian's death. I think it's time for you to go back home and find more clues about how this can stop. Maybe your parents can find a spellcaster or something. I'm sure they can afford to pay for a voodoo person."

Furniture were in really a bad shape as if someone faught a third world war before leaving this place. Her heart was pounding at a rate she thought was nearly impossible for any normal human. She craned her neck upward, afraid of encountering anything dangerous, after hearing someone laugh evilly. But what she saw there was enough to take her breath away. It was more dangerous than any danger in her life currently. There he was, her NIGHTMARE, smirking at her. As if mocking her. After all she entered his den without even him trying anything. And the next moment he threw a dagger in her direction and her breath hitched. She woke up gasping for air, again, like every other day now.

“I need to reopen the bridge. If he found Khaenat’s body, he’ll be near the threshold. He has to be.” Kael snapped, “Do it.” Violet slammed her hands on the carved sigils, chanting violently. Rhea’s blood still soaked the cracks. Light began to pulse—weak at first, then blinding. The doorway re-formed. A window into hell. Shapes moved inside. Dark. Frantic. Rhea stepped closer— “FENRAK!” she screamed. Her voice echoed—straight into the Dream Realm. The shout hit him like a shockwave. Rhea’s voice—echoed, warped, trembling.

Half of them are wearing black suits and the other half are wearing white attires. "Close your eyes," Death instructed. Emily closed her eyes. She felt a warm breeze of air around her. She heard a loud whooshing sound, followed by the sound of ominous ringing bells. "The cemetery bells, they call upon us now," Death whispered. The two of them are transported into a realm, outside the mortal bounds, where people and other beings are immortal, where ending doesn't exist. That place looks peaceful. It is just a white horizon that is filled with spiritual. Everyone wears white clothes except for the reapers of the souls.

Around her, the pristine room felt alien in its perfection after what she had just witnessed. “I’m sorry.” She shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “I couldn’t take any more of that.” “I understand,” Lucius told her. “The first time I saw it for myself I was… how can I put it? Disturbed to say the least, and I have had my own fair share of human dinners.” Gabriel sat taller in his seat and Aurora feared he would leap the table and wrap his fingers around Lucius’ perfect white throat. “You called them Reapers?” Aurora said. “What are they? What do they want?”

Three days of peace. Three days of healing. Three days of learning to be human again. Then she came. I was in bed with Reaper. Just sleeping. Real sleep. No nightmares. His arm around me. His breathing steady beside me. Perfect. Safe. Real. The room went cold. Not temperature cold. Reality cold. Dimensional cold. The kind that meant something was breaking through from somewhere else. I sat up. Reaper woke instantly. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Something's here," I whispered. "Something—"

Not minding how many souls they had reaped nor how many times they had been thrown back in this fight, both reapers did not give up and enjoyed the feast. A smile in K Whatever’s face grew and grew as her excitement and adrenaline rushed inside her— especially when a gigantic black aura suddenly appeared from behind the little evil spirits fighting for their souls. "And here I thought I should only scare the kids away from here? Why there are reckless reapers here?" Both the reapers and the evil spirits were stunned.

The aura coming from this creature is deadly, and I feel my body go numb at the sight of him. Now that it raises its hand, I finally spot the scythe in its hand, and my heart freezes in my chest as I feel my soul leave my body for seconds. If I am right, I have seen these creatures only in movies and also read about them. They are called the grim reapers. Do they really exist in reality? "Hold on... I must be hallucinating," I whisper as I drop the clothes on the floor and slap my cheeks to wake up from this nightmare, but when I open my eyes, he is nowhere to be found.

Alex nods her head. “Maybe you should head to your place and prepare yourselves and take my spare phone that way you can warn me if any thing does wrong. You should go.” With that we quickly head. Natalie says a quick goodbye, hugs her and jumps into the car. It’s not long until we arrive at Natalie’s old house and what I see is horrible, it looks like a haunted house that was recently on fire, with the fire still smoking as a warning, don’t mess with us.

Probably it was a symbol of being a Demifae. Eleand continued his research. He found some helpful information, and others were stupid enough to make him laugh. He went back again to the place of his accident. There might be a portal from there. But all he saw was the forest and the vast Pacific Ocean. THE day of Ezekiel’s art exhibit came, held at one five-star hotel in Manila, and all his family members were present. The title of the show was The Hidden Realm, featuring the entire Erganiv and the faeries governing it. The art exhibition would last for three days, and there were so many people during the opening.