Scythe Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

Nyx's POV I stared at Sylvia's outstretched hands and turned to the bodies of the vampires littered on the floor with a horrified gaze. I gulped down nothing as I took note of their skin which was starting to burn on its own. Sylvia slowly withdrew her hand and I climbed down from the altar still looking around the room in fear. I ran barefoot towards the corner Liz was standing before she was strangely consumed by whatever spell Mother sent her way and found no trace of her.

I immediately harvest those strawberries 'till my basket is full and marched out of this small fence where Skye is standing under the big cotton tree. "I think this is already enough right?" I inquired and he just nod. Aunt Ciara and Sergeant will pay a visit to their friend in the near village so they asked us to harvest some strawberries and grapes for their friends, which is I think her favorite fruits. Skye and I got even closer to each other and visited each other's house like family. But one thing I still didn't do and now I must need to check is his room, cause he'd been refusing to let me sleep or even get inside his room even just for a second which makes me wonder that there's some

I shout so loudly my voice cracks, only this time, I didn't say the last part in English-it was full on Latin. The Demon starts to convulse and Uncle John's already dead-looking flesh begins ripping away from the sockets connecting his arms, spilling out the pungent odor of death. My palm goes to my face as pain overwhelms me. Zack steps ahead of me, repeating my exact words. "Tulit autem dic mihi qua Skylar!" "Caemeterium..." Zull gets out before thick black liquid shoots straight up from his mouth, forming into the body of giant reptile with horns and spikey hands.

, considering that he might be the servant of Hades, the Greek god of the underworld. But reality check, he did wear a black cloak and carried his huge and deathly scythe, and I'd say he was pretty much intimidating. Imagine waking up a little shaken and wondering how the heck you were still alive when you were a hundred percent sure, even if you added more zeroes, that you had died; you felt it. And then there was this guy who just suddenly offered a hand for you to take, saying: "I'm the Death Reaper, and I welcome you to the world of the undead."

I could feel someone tall walking towards me, his shadows hovering around me, his shoes making a chilling sound as he made one step at a time. “Look who we have here. Former assassin of the crane pack and concubine of Grim the hybrid. I must say you are very, very manipulative to make him fuck you three months after his beloved mate died. Tell me, what did you tell him that made him want to leave his true love behind and be with you? What did you do for him? Who did you promise to kill this time?” He asked in a morbid voice. I swallowed hard. I knew I had heard this voice from somewhere, but where could that be? And why the hell was he calling me names, trying to make me feel bad for being w

I love a good business deal and she was a part of it. To Sandrine and her father I am Wyatt Hayes, CEO of Hayes Enterprises, Billionaire and single, never seen parading women, a man that keeps to himself but enjoys the good things money can buy, good cars, expensive watches, tailored suits, eating in expensive restaurants. What they don’t know is that I am The Reaper. The man her father fears the most, the man every man has nightmares about.

Wait what? "Bullshit. I told you not to lie to me." He looked me in the eyes. "I'm not, I'm telling you the truth." "Prove it where's your scythe?" He shook his head. "That's a load of shit. We don't use scythes." "No what's a load of shit is you claiming you're the grim reaper." "I'm not the grim reaper. That was my ancestor though. There's not as many of us left any more." Did he seriously believe this?

“The star, it represented five realms. The scythes had many different stories. Some said the scythes are capable of killing any supernatural species. Some said the scythes belonged to one of Moon Goddess’s children she sent to Earth. The skull and hourglass are representing death. All these symbols, except for the star, representing the Grim Reaper. The crest was used by the Knights of Death, an ancient organization established to eradicate supernatural species.” With his trembling hands, he reached for his cup and drank it. Vincent watched as sweat escaped the unnamed man’s pores, and the sound of his heartbeat was irregular. Those weren’t such good signs. Not at all. “Are you okay?” he ask

Silas watched me and then followed me curiously. "So you're really a grim reaper?" He asked with interest. "Oh yeah!" I told him and looked at him. "I got kicked out though and stole these from a reaper," I pointed to the glasses. "Without these all reapers can't see." He looked at them with interest. "Really?" He asked and then laughed. "So like Black Butler?" "Yeah," I told him and looked at him. "Very much like Black Butler, except we actually have scythes and blades instead of lawn mowers and other outside equipment for a lawn." He laughed and then smiled hugely.

It was looking for an opportunity to stop Adrian and Rozi's joint attack. The black scythe emanated with an air of death. It felt even colder than the air around them. A faint black aura could be seen around the scythe, seemingly made out of a singular soul locked within. The soul shrieked and wailed in pain. The scythe thirsted for human life, and it would lock the soul it reaped within itself for an eternity of suffering.