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Death's Solace

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afterlife aispecx death deathssolace deomaximo drama fantasy fantasy-romance femaleprotagonist grimreaper iwuvuhmkay life suicidalthoughts suicideattempt tragic

Serenity was unknown to her. 

She endured as the flames of hatred burned still in her scarred heart. 

The solemn voice of the rustling wind was the only thing that comforted her. 

"That book lied to me. I am meant to be happy? What now? Ah. It's a fantasy book." 

Death was her dream peace. 

"You can't die." 

Until a stern, yet undeniably soothing voice welcomed her ears.All Rights Reserved

afterlife aispecx death deathssolace deomaximo drama fantasy fantasy-romance femaleprotagonist grimreaper iwuvuhmkay life suicidalthoughts suicideattempt tragic

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They call me Grim (COMPLETED) by lolly875

Ten years ago Anya Royce leapt from a bridge after relentless bullying. She died that day, with not even her werewolf healing able to save her, only to become a reaper. Changing her name and everything about herself, Grim now spends her days collecting souls and . . . waiting to collect souls. She has a mundane and emotionless life, filled only with the dead, and she's rather content. That is until, her undead life is interrupted when death is literally stopped. Grim is thrown from her realm and back into the human's to reinstate death. The only problem? She's sent back down to her pack, with the mate who rejected her and the bullies that pushed her off that bridge. Not only does she have to deal with a necromancer who has a dangerous amount of power and a guilty mate begging for forgiveness, she also has a sly and very smart hidden enemy, who won't stop until she has Grim and everyone else under her manicured thumb. Rest In Peace- Ha, she wishes!

Myths and Legends by Rieyin-Nervada

'''I remember everything and everyone that was there that day that destroyed and crumbled my whole forever. The sound of my parents yelling and screaming and my mother crying, pleading with whomever was downstairs not to hurt them. They hadn't mentioned about me or my two older brothers hiding upstairs in our secret place in the wall. But it didn't muffle the intruders shooting my father killing him and then doing things to my mother hours on end before ending her life the same way as my father.''' This the story of a girl who must live through the unspeakable. Will she have the strength to keep going? Or will they decided to kill her? It's hard to say when you're kidnapped and forced to stay in a castle full of vampires. Come along with Moriah and find out what her life has in store for her and her future.

*- 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑... -* |Casper x Reader by dyll_picklez

This is based on the game 'A Date With Death,' so if you're familiar, yet haven't finished, or want to play it but haven't yet, there will be major spoilers (so maybe hold off on this fic.) ⚠️SPOILERS BELOW!!!⚠️ After four days of trying to take your soul away from you, your 'little Grim Reaper' finds his feelings contradicting with his work. No matter how many times or how hard he tries to take your life for the claiming of your soul, some miracle, perhaps Lady Luck, prevents him from doing so. Despite himself and his frustration, he can't help but feel a bit of... *tension*... between the two of you. He's given up on taking your soul and is fully prepared to lose the bet you both agreed to. Now, he spends his time attempting to steal your heart with flirtation and romantic advances. On the chilly evening, he calls you, as per usual. Though, halfway through the call, you look a little *excited.* He feels his body reacting to your excitement as you act on it right in front of him, despite how he cannot see anything directly. "Sunsh... ine... what are you d-doing-? Y-you can't just..."

Abstract Concepts: Black Heart's Perception by AnkhRoth

She was extremely beautiful. She looked no older than him and was dressed in a white kimono. From her formal posture she must have been a head shorter than him. Her hair was straight at shoulder length. It was so pure white it was as if her head was covered in snow. Her bangs almost covering her eyes. Her eyes were round and full of wonder. Her irises coloured a light shade of gray. What he had also noticed was the handles of two weapons on her back. From what he could see they were most likely swords. Even those handles were completely white. "Who... Are you?" He asked after a few moments of complete silence. "I have no name of my own but as an ethereal being I represent an abstract concept. The concept of Suicide. Pleased to meet you, Sajin Hisato." She said in a monotone voice but was smiling nonetheless.

Azrael by _thatwriternerd_

Life was just a huge nightmare for Ife and things just seemed to go from bad to worse for her. She never caught a break. She didn't think she did anything to deserve such a life but then again, even if she didn't know what it was, God knows all. The quickest escape would have been suicide. But suicide wasn't the bravest. It was cowardly. But she didn't even have the courage to try. When she gets a chance to meet the Angel of Death as she'd been wishing, it doesn't quite go as planned. But that's ok. Because things do not always work out how we want them to. *** I created a challenge for myself, or a proposal where you send me a word or a phrase or a sentence. I wanted to challenge myself to write a short story out of whatever word, phrase or sentence you sent me. This is the outcome of that challenge. 🙃 Warning: This book is rated mature because of its mild abusive content. Cover by @awakened_dreams Highest ranking: #64 out of 2.76k stories in grimreaper - May 21, 2020. #3 out of 98 stories in shortstorychallenge. - May 21, 2020 #7 out of 233 stories in Azrael - May 22, 2020

Death Is My BFFLAD (Book Two Original Series) by katrocks247

(Bfflad- Best friends for life and death) Dear Reader, Let's start at the beginning shall we? I died. Oh no, not one of these stories again where someone angelic and heroic saves the damsel in distress. If only I was that lucky. My heart stopped beating. My lungs stopped working, my soul began to lift away... And then I was saved by a beautiful man with a kind heart and sparkles sprinkled around his head in a golden halo. A cunning, dazzling smile etched his angled features and his hair lay perfectly on his head like...black, sinful layers of pure cynical distrusting evil. Evil that was just waiting to onset a innocent girl as myself and allow her a short amount of time of happiness, and then finish her off when she became older. I'll give you a hint. The beginning of that description was slightly exaggerated. The Angel of Death. One of the only creatures known that was capable of settling the boundaries of heaven on earth. The only creature capable of making one of the Devil's darkest deals to my loving mother; a second chance for her daughter. This comes with consequences of course. Everything you know about Death is wrong. Death is not natural, Death is not normal, Death is not doleful, and Death is far from mercenary. Death blends into the shadows like coal against the most atramentous sky. Death walks the earth with his cursed, monstrous and exotic features, his enticing voice and betraying alluring eyes. Death deceives, scratches, and plays with your mind, until you slowly and painfully loose your grip on reality. He'll make you believe he's a different person, that there's a sliver hope for him. Hope for you. Death is close. Forever and always, Faith Williams ************ DIMBFF FAN CLUB ON FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1605057011183.80718.1378871754&type=1#!/groups/308207282529485/ **** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

Death's Awakening by hananahQbanna

"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

She is Fatal to Death (Standalone Story) by writeraliciagonzalez

She's dead by the third chapter. Okay, it's a bit more complicated than that. Okay, it's A LOT more complicated than that. Renata wants nothing more than to pay her bills through her mildly boring office job and figure out whether she is still in love with her best friend. The latter half of that desire is just a sneak peak into her messy life-and it's only getting messier. Considering the paranormal world she is about to dive head first into, she will come to realize that figuring out her heart may just be the easiest part of this journey. Well, the endless supply of supernatural hotness in this story may beg to differ-but that's besides the point. Either way, it's gonna be a killer time ;) EXCERPT Chicken tacos it is. Right as Renata grabbed the ingredients, she turned to put them next to the stove, where a clean, plastic cutting board awaited. But as she moved, she was confronted by a stranger, an intruder, standing mere inches from her. Before she could scream, he was on her, slamming her against the fridge. Her back flashed with sharp pain. Her eyes pricked with fear as she drank in his uncovered face. Deeply tanned skin. Ruby red eyes-ruby red eyes? Thick, slashing eyebrows. Flat, broad nose. Buzzcut. Handsome. That was as far as she would go in complimenting him considering this guy held a knife to her throat. When he spoke, his voice came out like thunder. It held a thousand threats and a thousand secrets. It held promise of pain if provoked. "If you scream," he warned, mouth pulled in a slight snarl, "this ends quickly." She didn't dare nod against the blade. He noticed and amusement lit up for just a second in those devilish eyes. Oh, whoever the fuck this was, she already hated him. Considering her predicament, panic was the most prominent emotion coursing through her at the moment. "Good." He removed his hand "Now you're going to answer my questions." °°MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT OF ALL KINDS, AND I MEAN ALL KINDS°

Too Dark for you to Love by Lisa_Evette

In the gloomy town of Deathmoure, located amidst misty landscapes, people possessed an unusual trait - they couldn't inflict death on anyone, including themselves. It was a pacifist's dark utopia but for my grieving heart of a white widow, it was a prison - a sanctuary of despair. Needing a path out of this grief-stricken existence, I began my search for a reaper who could aid in my departure. With the newly arrived reaper, broad-shouldered with a charismatic, sly charm that was hard to withstand, I found myself engulfed in a bizarre investigation. Mysterious events began occurring within our rainy town, pointing indirectly toward my mysterious reaper. Amidst this chaos, an unlikely sentiment blossomed within me - love. As the investigation deepened, so did the connection between me and my reaper. It was an unexpected twist, a cosmic joke. I was no longer an icy fortress but a hopeful woman, falling in love with the man who was uncovering the darkest secrets of the people around me. The fighting spirit dormant for so many years in me, now roared to life. August 2023 #1 in dieforyou

The Long War: Creation Of A God by ilove11candys

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They call me Grim (COMPLETED)

Ten years ago Anya Royce leapt from a bridge after relentless bullying. She died that day, with not even her werewolf healing able to save her, only to become a reaper. Changing her name and everything about herself, Grim now spends her days collecting souls and . . . waiting to collect souls. She has a mundane and emotionless life, filled only with the dead, and she's rather content. That is until, her undead life is interrupted when death is literally stopped. Grim is thrown from her realm and back into the human's to reinstate death. The only problem? She's sent back down to her pack, with the mate who rejected her and the bullies that pushed her off that bridge. Not only does she have to deal with a necromancer who has a dangerous amount of power and a guilty mate begging for forgiveness, she also has a sly and very smart hidden enemy, who won't stop until she has Grim and everyone else under her manicured thumb. Rest In Peace- Ha, she wishes!