The lone "wolf"
- Reads 7
- Votes 0
- Parts 1
MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, Sep 21, 2023
This is made by school work
Your Name:Brutus Reaper Gates
age :21
Liveing : she is in the army she lives in the barracks
Her favorite food:ramen
Hobby :working out or playing the guitar
Favorite person :her uncle
Fear : thanatophobia : The fear of losing someone or the phobia of losing someone or death anxiety is called Thanatophobia. The extreme thought of dying or fear of losing someone you love is sometimes so intense and cripples in an unhealthy way the daily life.
she has a k9 partner by the name of grim
She is divorced we'll never was actually married she called it off with her fiance before the wedding
she tracks terrorist and finds drug cartels
she loves it because it's something she wanted to do
Motivation is revenge
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
The experiment.
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.Complete
The Angel Prophecies: Opal Sky
EDITING Abigail was 13 when her parents were killed, but she was fortunate enough to have loving grandparents to take her in. She lived a pretty normal life until circumstances change everything and she finds herself starting grade 12 at a new school. She thought the toughest part would be making new friends. Little did she know that would be the easy part. She soon starts to dream of her deceased father who tells her that she's not an ordinary teen but part of a prophecy, which causes her to question everything she thought was real, including her sanity. She soon finds herself thrust into the world of the supernatural, which she tries to rationalize and ignore. Out of fear she keeps these things to herself. How can she explain to her family or new friends, without sounding crazy, that she sees dead people? Then there's Seth, the most amazing guy she's ever met. The attraction to him is instant and unlike anything she's ever experienced. She certainly can't tell him she has visions of them in the past. However, destiny has plans for Abigail and she soon discovers she isn't crazy after all, that monsters do exist. *Cover artwork is used with permission from my amazingly talented cousin, Rochelle Haisley, a.k.a Green Olive Mama, who is both the photographer and model.Complete
Curses why me... (Undertale Au, Fanfiction)
Reaper is living with Life, for most of his life. Then he goes to school Which he isn't too happy about, because of his curse. His curse to kill anyone just by touching them. He's afraid to touch anyone. But when he meets a skeleton, will his life change? Giving this a try, AfterDeath! and others. I do not own Undertale or create any of the characters in this story, only the side characters, thank you.Complete
.''Are you dead serious?''.
I've watched her for a long time... Ever since she was born and up until now.... I'm timeless and eternal but alone... My job is not the best but someone needs to do it while gods simply watch from above... Leaving the dirty work for me... But even I can't let this happen to her...Never... Death will not come for her. (This is an old story, don't expect to see my current writing skills in them lol) -------------------------------------- I HAVE NO MONEY!!! Stop offering me to draw me comics of my stuff, I cannot pay you... Tell me if it is free fanart because you want to draw my stuff and be included, if not that and money mentioned, I WILL mute you bc I ain't paying.Complete![To Hell and Back - Afterdeath [UNDER EDITING]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/131334582-256-k837139.jpg)
To Hell and Back - Afterdeath [UNDER EDITING]
Geno, a normal civilian trying to get through life. He's been lonely ever since the deaths of his siblings. Being lonely and not well known he's the perfect target for a ritual. A satanic ritual. But maybe being in deaths aren't that bad, until a few events don't particularly agree with him. hell auComplete
Living with the Creepypastas
⚠️FUTURE SELF HERE! THIS STORY WAS MADE A YEAR AGO SO IT HAS SPELLING MISTAKES AND CRAP SO IF THERE ARE ERRORS IM VERY SORRY I CANT FIX IT CAUSE IM BUSY WITH OTHER STORIES⚠️ My name is Y/N. I killed my family. And found others that where nice, the Creepypastas. I live a happy life with them until, Zalgo. ____________________________________ You'll have to read to find out more my phantoms. Oh and by the way my name is Reaper.Complete
AQUA
Rivandia Aesilas hasn't been the same. Ever since their queen killed a God, the whole town has fallen under a curse. They lived amongst evil souls who have died painful deaths and seeked revenge. For twenty centuries, they were never met with peace. But what made it worse was how the queen didn't ever regret her choices once. Even after facing the consequences, which had her daughter cursed with doomed immortality. And for that, Aqua despised her mother, wishing upon her nothing but death. Especially at her own hands. However, the only thing that stood in her way was her mother's demand of harvesting a certain man's soul. As the sucker she is, she could never say no. More power is exactly what she craves, and what better way to receive it than killing? Especially now since she bore a soft spot for vengeance.Complete
The Grim Reaper Effect
Death is a funny thing. It's the ultimate step out of our comfort zones. You realize this world is the biggest comfort zone there is. Earth has always been a constant in a constantly changing world. We're all born into it with this air of certainty. We always know the ground under our feet will be there tomorrow. Death is like waking up and that comfort of the world around you is destroyed. -AD // Mackenzie Oliver is finally a senior. She's ready to graduate and move on with life. But it's not that simple. In fact, it's impossible. One day, some random guy shows up claiming to be the Grim Reaper and tells her she only has one year to live. What do you say to that? "Bullshit." Unfortunately, vulgar language isn't going to stop the clock or save her life. Neither is slapping the Grim Reaper across the face. But, hey. It never hurts to try. Copyright © 2017 by ADComplete
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.
More detailsContent Guidelines