Scythe Grim Reaper Novels & Stories

Had his assurance that the wolves would be destroyed if they didn't marry truly not been his own desires, but rather, his fears of what would happen if he lost control of the goblins? As the cart finally lurched to a stop, Scar peered out the window to see nothing but darkness. Even her witch senses did nothing to help her here; she saw textured rock around her, but nothing else. Her nose picked up the musty scent of the earth and ancient dust. Damon jumped down and came around to help her out, his grip on her arm tight as he led her into the inky blackness. "I can't see anything," she whispered, feeling as if she were walking into her own grave.

It made Lisa feel good because it meant that her efforts were not going to waste. Lisa was a grim reaper or angel of death or a shinigami, every culture had a different name for beings like her. She was responsible for guiding discorporate souls, helping them accept death so they could move on to the other side. Whenever someone died in her district she would get an assignment or a prerogative as it was called in the business. Zadkiel was an archangel and her boss; he oversaw her work and that of 25 other reapers that worked in his province.

Azrael is titled the Angel of Death and Grim Reaper, an entity responsible for transporting souls to the afterlife with records of the deceased. Humans describe this religious figure as a skeleton covered with a black robe and welding a scythe, and it fears all who don't want to die. But seeing Jippies, he doesn't seem scary or all bones. Humans probably think he's the way he was used to remembering when they die; the Grim Reaper is there to take your soul away. "A..Azrael?" I hear Alvin whisper. I looked over at him, his body was quivering, and his face was white.

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...

It was a wooden scythe with a u-shaped moon. He’s a– “Grim reaper,” I mumbled. “You’re a grim reaper?” With wide eyes, I took two steps backward. “I sure am.” He grinned more seeing my reaction. I looked at him from head to toe. “You don’t look like one though. Grim reapers usually blend in with the mormians making it easy for them to catch evil spirits.” He gave me a stern look. “It’s because I’m born to stand out.” He stared back to the road and put his hands in his pockets. “Besides, no evil spirit can escape Grip,” he boastfully added.

Ripper hands me my guns and I take them and check them before I leave the clubhouse with Rebel and Dante behind me. I kiss them both and take Rebel’s face in my hands and look into her honey coloured eyes. “We will find who did this and they will wish for death,” I say to her, her hands placed over mine. I place my forehead against hers, closing my eyes to centre myself. “Can’t have the reaper without his Scythe.” She whispers, and I open my eyes and look into hers. She knows who I am and what I am capable of. They don’t call me Scythe for nothing. The instrument of the Reaper. The instrument of death.

*** I could see a spirit filled with thick black raindrops and it was very angry. This spirit was trying to hurt a human, But the spirit suddenly vanished in front of me after I walked through it. I was holding a scythe when I walked near the human. Then I... *** “Ahh shit! what's wrong with my head today?” I mumbled. My head was really in pain while thinking about those memories that suddenly showed up. “Why am I holding a scythe anyway?” “What am I?” “A grim reaper--?” My eyes suddenly widened. It feels like everything that I have dreamed about makes sense. My memories suddenly came back.

"Your scythe is a weapon that the Grim Reaper uses. In other words, it's not a mystical weapon made from a piece of the Grim Reaper's body, but a weapon he used when he was alive." Alexis silently listened. Although she still didn't know why Damien didn't want to ask Eve to help her. "Do you understand?" "Mmmm ... yes ... and no. Why not ask Eve for help?" "Didn't I tell you that Eve's bandage could bind the demon's soul inside and help you fight it even just a little bit?" "Then?" "You think the Grim Reaper is in your scythe?"

Azrael’s face turns pale, “what did he look like my love?” “Pale, very pale. With white hair and he had these bright purple eyes. He told me that the dream was a premonition of the future and if nothing was changed it would come true.” The tears I was trying to hold back started to fall. “What is it Scar?” his expression looked pained and his face nearly white a sheet. “You saw a Reaper my love,” he whispers. “They are the bringers of death. Their life goal is to ferry souls to the afterlife once their mortal body dies.”

“Sorry if I can't remember every little thing you say, Corpseboy.” “I'm the Grim Reaper, the Masked Reaper. Follow me, little lamb? Or are you still lost in the pasture?” “I'm not a sheep, idiot. Don't patronize me- hey!” I exclaimed as he grabbed my hands impatiently, thrusting my fingers against his bony cheeks. “Eww! Let go of me! What the heck are you doing?” I protested, recoiling at the feel of the skull beneath my fingers. But his grip remained firm, forcing me to trace the cool bone as his hands guided mine to the hollows beneath his brow.