Novel & Cerita Latin Grim Reaper

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."

Pressing her stomach harder, I sniff, holding back to the tears that are ready to pull out in a second. "Please, little girl, one last chance. London," I cry out blocking her nostrils harder and blowing into her mouth. "She's dead, Boss. There is nothing you can do now. If only we were a minute earlier," Reaper says. I don't know when I punch him, but when he spits out, blood is curled in his saliva. I am surprised a tooth didn't fly out as well. "Ouch!" Sinner blurts out beside us. Hitting him with one of my deadly glares, he throws his hands upward and backs away a few steps.

I said. The door creaked slowly as I readied my mind to face that bitch. A pair of Italian leather greets my vision, followed by a long grey coat. My heart calms as I very well recognise who the grim reaper was this time. “You're back.” I started the conversation, “Hope you got your permit for Trix,don't want her thinking you are giving me love bites instead of her.” I added. He stood at the edge of the bed with no emotion however on his face.

He stared me down while I held my salute, hoping he would let me be at ease. “I am Katrina Snow, daughter of Alpha Patrick Snow. I have important intel to report to Alpha Lucius!” His eyes flickered as if he had been distracted. But soon, he returned to normal. “Katrina Snow, right?” He raised a brow, his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants. Taken nothing from him. This man was desirable, but I didn’t come for that. I stared at him hard, and I recognised who he was. He was Lucius Grimmwolf, the dark Alpha who had made a name for himself on the battlefield! The man lived his life on battlefields, eliminating enemies like they were school play.

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.

"Isabella Moretti, just like you ordered." The man turned around slowly. Grey eyes locked on mine. No warmth, no smile, just a cold calculation, like he was sizing up a new weapon. This had to be Damien Voss—the Reaper. I'd heard the name in passing from my dad's rare phone calls, but nothing prepared me for the real thing. I straightened up, ignoring how my hands shook. "You'd better have a damn good reason for dragging me out of my bed in the middle of the night. I have a life. An apartment. Students who expect me in class tomorrow."

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."

he said ---- Lyra could feel all the pain gone; her head wasn’t banging like the night before. She even saw her mother. She was finally dead. She smiled until.. “I'll cut every part of you while keeping you alive and add them to my collection!” She shot her eyes open immediately, only to see a man in a white uniform. Was he her guardian angel? But to her left was a man in a black shirt, with the first five buttons undone, showing his bulging chest muscles. He must be the reaper angel..but that was until she saw his face and screamed. He was Remy Hawthorne.

“Of all the people I expected to see in the middle of the apocalypse, you were… actually pretty high on the list. Not gonna lie.” His smile widened sharply and ugly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Don’t,” I shot back immediately. “It’s not.” Grimlow’s eyes flicked over me then to Ashley, Lucius and finally Martha, like he was assessing value, calculating something in that twisted little brain of his. “What you’re witnessing,” he said, his voice almost proud now, “is my masterpiece. My creation. My genius finally realized.” I let out a short laugh, shaking my head.