Scythe Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

As for the 7th and 8th Skies, their fate had already been decided; their lifeless corpses served as nutrition for the earth. “Hello Reaper,” Mane’s dull eyes gazed upon the giant standing before him. He was back to his old self. The muscles and inches he had gained in the Dreamscape were not reflected in his frame. For he looked like the childishly handsome Mane that had been thrust into this universe some years ago. “You don’t seem very surprised to see me,” the Grim Reaper, a being that kept a leash on the Watchers, possessed an aura that was difficult to stand against. Under normal circumstances, Mane would have been struggling to handle the pressure of this absolute being; but these were

Grimm said to himself. He got up from the rail that was connected to the side of the back road and pulled out a metal pipe from his back pocket. When he pulled it to the front of him, the pipe instantly transformed to his weapon, the scythe. He decided to go to the closest to him, which was Mila’s friends, Brenda and the guy. He descended over to the car and opened the passenger door. Before he removed the soul that was floating around her body, he took out the golden container that Lucifer had given to him before he came to this place. He opened it up and turned his attention to the soul. He touched the soul with the sharp tip of his scythe, which removed the soul from the body it was conne

It also further elaborated that each of us has our version of the life hourglass, the flowing sands which represents the remaining time left we have in this world before we return it to them. What makes it more interesting is that mythical creatures are existing that make the world of life and death stable. Grim reapers are one of the most popular. They are also known as the angel of death or simply death. Few people also call them the "Grim of Death". For thousands of years, various cultures have had different figures to represent death. Some describe them usually as a creepy skeletal figure, who is often shrouded and covered in a dark, hooded robe and carrying a long scythe to “reap” human

“What the hell was that?” Scott asked as he and Jo turned from the sound the scream had come from and made eye contact with one another. “It was Cass--but I don’t know why she’s screaming,” Jo said. She took another glance at Ryker and saw that he seemed to be recovering from the cuts in his arm and the pain from the Transformation serum. She started heading in the direction that the scream had come from as she asked both Cass and Zane, “What’s going on?” over the IAC.

Backing out and into the shadows, a smile creeps onto the reaper's face as he immediately and swiftly jumps and on towards her, putting his scythe at the back of her throat, with the assuring words. “Do not worry, it would not hurt, as you wouldn’t feel anything afterward. But then everything will change after this, as I bid you my condolence and bad luck.” Without a moment to waste, nor to spare, Emie close her eyes as the scythe took her soul from her body for a second and rips it off into two. Leaving the half unto her body and the other that turns into a white flame, taken by the mistress unto her palm and completing the contract in return.

0064: The New Nightingale 0065: SIDE STORY PART ONE 0066: SIDE STORY PART TWO _______ Arc 3: Reaper's Scythe Is A Scissor?! Update: Ongoing "Yow! Sinful soul, how about you behave for a little while for my scythe to bring you to the underworld peacefully?" I grinned as I took out my grim kiddie size scissors with the host's favourite cartoon character. The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!"

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.