Latin Grim Reaper 소설 & 이야기

"I was confident that I was only using her for my personal gain. To use her hatred to take vengeance against the Morgans. But I can’t help but claim her every time I see the face I imprinted on her." ___ LILITH. "Cut the bullshit and answer the question, Xander,” I could hear my own heartbeat thumping. “For fuck's sake, tell me the truth! Did you really g-get rid of them?" I cried melancholically while grabbing the collar of the man standing tall in front of me.

“I see them, don’t worry, we have a reception committee waiting for them at the Reiver border, we will out -number them and out-muscle them if we have to.” Brother Andrew just nodded nervously, he would rather it didn’t come to a fight, the Templars had been a peaceful pack for hundreds of years and that was something he didn’t want to change, the Reivers were a different matter however. ”Thank you, I have every faith in you. We owe Alpha Armstrong a great debt for the Reiver’s help in this operation. What’s your name son?” “My name is Camron Kerr, those are my Clansmen driving the other cars and we will do our best to get you on to Reiver territory in one piece I promise.”

By the time we arrived, Cain's facial wound had already been treated. Garrett was holding him, the family of four looking perfectly content. I approached with my cubs. Seeing us, Garrett became flustered. "Why did you follow us here? Leave quickly, don't let anyone see you!" He looked at us as if we were some kind of monstrous flood. Sarah, however, remained composed. She smiled at me. "Ember, Cain's wound isn't serious. Don't worry, just go back to the tower." Under her smile, I lifted both my children's shirts, revealing their bodies that were almost reduced to bones and covered in wounds from Rogue wolf attacks.

Inside were the documented slaughters and syndicates tied to the Grim Reaper over the last three years. "Even the big three lords of the underworld—the Reaper, the Zmeya Empire, and the Crimson Syndicate—don't get this much attention on themselves," the chief stated, his finger slamming onto the gory crime scene photos. "No one knows who the leader of Zmeya is. No one has ever seen the face of the Crimson Syndicate's head. But everyone knows Riven Rykerthrone is the leader of the Black Reapers, and the fact that he is still walking around freely is an absolute insult to this badge." I stared at the files, my heart hammering against my ribs.

The ground began to sink. Killian’s laughter rolled through the storm. “Predictable as ever.” I drove my sword into the earth. “Then choke on it!” Golden flame poured from my blade, clashing with the crimson light beneath. Lightning struck the arch, and the stone exploded outward. For an instant I saw Lucia, kneeling in red light, eyes vacant, whispering my name as if it belonged to someone else. Then the vision shattered and the plain split apart. Axel tackled me clear as the ground caved in, swallowing wolves and monsters alike. Fire rose from the pit, painting the rain blood-red.

He added, laughing freely. Lin clenched her jaws, trying to shake off the doubts that their adversary was planting in her mind. She knew he was playing mind games, but the truth he spoke kept striking a chord in her. “That is none of your damn business! We will figure it out when that time comes!” Hunter thundered the words at the guy. “And f*ck you for killing my friends in the Dark Valley!” “Your friends were weak, just like the two of you,” The Reaper replied, walking in their direction slowly but purposefully. “Surrender, I’m giving you two one last chance. Surrender right now and I will lead you right out of this quest easily.” He smirked.

The man turned to me with a wide grin. Honestly, his face is handsome, but the look in his eyes depicts sadism. I was amazed and scared at the same time. He suddenly pulled my hand, and he took me very quickly, exceeding the speed of werewolves in general. My father, who was lying on the ground, just left. "Don't leave my father, and he is in pain after all!" I tried to release the grip, but it was too strong. “You have no business with that idiot. You are already mine, Agatha. I am Ferdinand, leader of the lycan race in the Black Land pack. You are my partner, so you must obey me. You've left your father."

The smile that twisted his lips sent a cold shiver down my spine—a smile that spoke of cruelty and bloodlust. He raised a hand, pointing directly at me. There was no need for words; his intent was clear. A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness beside him—a rogue. His name was Jax, a vicious enforcer Damien had always kept close, a man known for his ruthlessness. He was the executioner Damien had chosen for me.

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

The same girl you called worthless is standing here today beside the kindest, most powerful Alpha this pack has ever known, as his Luna, I am no longer the worthless Lilith, I am Luna Lilith. "You couldn't destroy someone the Moon Goddess had already chosen to bless." My father began crying openly. "Lilith... I'm sorry, I know I failed you, please forgive me." "Please forgive us, I promise to be the best sister." Nora whispered through tears, I closed my eyes briefly, before slowly pulling them open again, trying hard to block my tears from flowing... They do not deserve a drop of my tears. Oliver stepped beside me. "You will answer for your actions, your fake tears won't save you."