Scary Reaper Novels & Stories

There were two men with Scorpion tattoos on their necks standing by the side and awaiting further orders from me. Hale's hands were tied to his back and he was on his knees. I picked up a big stick from the floor and gave it to her, saying, "For the most part of your life, you suffered so much at his hands. Today, I am giving you a chance to get revenge. Hit him as much as you want. If you want, you can even shoot him to death." She stared at Hale for a while who was shaking his head, trying to plead with her with his eyes not to go ahead. He wanted to speak, but his jaws were broken because he had been terribly beaten up.

she said in a pleading tone, hinting to me that Scarlett was very important to them. "Who am I right now?” I asked, since I can't feel my wolf any longer and also felt different, like I have something else in me. "You are a spiritual great dog that can see a witch and a werewolf, you can also see a witch who disguised as a werewolf just to get his or revenge on the pack, you can kill and one bite from you could lead to death of that victim, be careful of whom you bite or attack and…" she stopped talking staring hard at me like she was giving a warning..

Grip warned. He was on his reaper mode wearing his black cloak embroidered with gold. He was holding his scythe and his aura reeked of death. I’ve never met a reaper as powerful as him. The reapers I come across with usually had no aura making them conceal their identities as reapers. “I was right! Meeting you in the hallway that day confirmed my thought. You’re no human.” Victoria went out of the camera head first. She reached the floor crawling in my direction. Her blood trailed broken lines on the tiled floor.

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

Tall trees lined the space, each long branch full with leaves and swaying to the song of the wind. Where the hell was I? Was I hear to meet with the moon goddess? “Hello,” I called out, wincing my voice echoed back. “Is anyone there?” Silence. My heart was thumping in my chest and I dragged in a deep breath before I called out again. “Hello? Where am I? Is this some kind of prank?” Again, there was no response. Exasperation mixed with fear and started a journey down my bloodstreams. “Am I dreaming?” I asked in a whisper.

Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human. Carla strode in front of me and leaned provocatively, puckering her lips temptingly before my face. I snapped out of my thoughts at once, immediately turning to her attention. Her vampirism had made her superior seductive, and she possessed sharp senses. It was no wonder that she immediately knew something was distracting me. Now that she had my attention, she spoke her point. Carla wasn’t the Carla she used to be; she was now, like Arabelle, a reborn creature. She also possessed an aura of confidence that wasn’t existent before.

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.

But before she could think further, a heavy dark smoke appeared in front of her out of no where unexpectedly. This stunned her, as she glanced at the smoke and gasped. She couldn't say anything, cause she was shocked. She only saw the heavy dark smoke, forming and suddenly metamorphing into something like a dry skeleton, in a long dark robe, holding a long scythe. Anita couldn't comprehend what that was, but she was too distressed to care or freak out. " Rrrhhh." A dry breath flowed out from the smoky figure, who was a grim reaper. With it long robe and scythe, it moved closer to Anita, aiming to take away the rest of her soul...

he hissed, turning toward the presence. The shadow stepped forward. Pale skin like porcelain, eyes blacker than night itself, and a presence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe. “I am what waits at the end of your kind,” the figure said, voice deep and hollow. “You were given years you did not deserve, Clark.” “What the f*ck are you talking about?!” Clark spat, backing away. “Get out of here—this is none of your business!” The Reaper tilted his head. “You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.”

It starts out the size of a small round orange with thick black smoke swirling around at an incredible speed, growing bigger and bigger until it's about the height of 7 feet. He whirls on his heels and steps through it, his body vanishing from my sight. Matthias follows behind him, silently beaconing me to do the same. I hesitate. Knowing that if I step through, I hand over my freedom to him, becoming his captive for God knows how long. What is this isn't sorted out and I never get to go home? I end up in hell as the prisoner of a reaper whom I know nothing of. I shake my head and take a step back. I've known captivity before… And I refuse to be put back into another cage.