Loving Reaper Webtoon Novels & Stories

His clean, woody scent enveloped me, and his warm hand gently stroked my back. "Cry," he said softly. "I'm here. No one will ever hurt you again." That simple promise was like opening a floodgate. All the hurt, the pain, and the bitterness burst forth at that moment. I buried my face in his shirt and cried like a child. Lorenzo let my tears soak his collar, holding me even tighter.

“Because it’s the only thing I’ve ever loved that didn’t leave me.” The door closed behind him with a soft click, leaving me stunned, the weight of his words hanging in the air. The next morning, the deep, guttural hum of the bike's engine woke me. I crept toward the garage door, drawn by the sound, peeking through the narrow crack. Reaper was crouched beside the matte black Harley, wiping the chrome like it was something sacred, a ritual. The way he moved... there was reverence there. A kind of quiet love, a devotion that didn’t match the dark ink and raw violence etched into his skin. He touched it with a gentleness I hadn't seen him show to anything else.

He then walked leisurely toward the girl lying unconscious on the floor Kneeling beside her, he touched her cheek and said, "Poor thing. Don't worry, though. I'll give you heaven tonight." He tied the red cloth over her eyes and began touching her body. By dawn, he abandoned her lifeless body, leaving it exposed on the factory floor. --- Mark Roberson woke up as sunlight hit his face. A girl wrapped in a towel opened the window curtains, letting the light in. He opened his eyes to see Julie turning toward him.

Whiskey, vodka, rum—he ordered them all, filling the table with glasses of liquid oblivion. One by one, he downed them, the burning sensation in his throat a faint echo of the fire in his chest. His stomach churned violently, and his pale face glistened with cold sweat as dry heaves wracked his frame. He thought of her again, the mute girl who would never return. How he longed to hold her, to beg for her forgiveness, to confess that he had loved her and only her. He would fall to his knees if that was what it took to make her come back.

If they had gone far away sooner all of that would not have happened. " No. I have to try. I cant lose you" Miriam cried wiping her tears away. She took a deep breath tried to calm down. She closed her eyes and opened them again. It was green. She place both he rhands on his stomach channeling her healing energy inn them. Jayer felt a warm sensation as the energy invaded all over his boder. There were bullets flying all over them as well as arrows but non of that mattered at that particular moment. She felt her body was giving in buut she didn't want to stop. It would be for nothing. She persisted and eventually it worked. All the wounds closed up. The momentshe removed her hand from his sto

he cried. I felt Lorenzo's shoulders shake as I stood there immobile. I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to stop my heart from sinking back in the mud. Two years ago, I was dreaming of this. Lorenzo, crying in my shoulders, apologizing and regretting all the d*mn things he did to me. Two freaking years ago, I imagined him crying his eyes out while confessing to me how much he loved me. It seemed to be just wishful thinking, but now that it was happening, those dreams had already vanished and I was no longer asking for it anymore.

The man I once wloved. The man I defended. The man I once chose. Had mapped out our destruction. Still hurts like I didn't know he's evil. Tears gathered in my eyes. I wiped them away immediately. No. Not now. This wasn’t heartbreak. This was war. I opened the other files. Pictures. Men in suits. No names. No official charges. Just faces. “They’re involved,” I whispered. “But how?” I flipped to the medical report. Adrian — poisoned.

He moved like a storm, his blade singing through the air, his cloak trailing like smoke. But the Reapers didn’t falter. They circled. They struck. Kaelion blocked. Countered. Protected. — Then one broke through. A Reaper darted past Kaelion, blade raised, eyes locked on Luna. Aria screamed. Her mark flared. Time slowed. She reached out. The world exploded. — Flame erupted from her palm, engulfing the Reaper in a burst of golden fire. He screamed, his armor melting, his blade disintegrating. The others staggered, shielding their eyes.

I whispered, my voice barely audible. The Reaper laughed, the sound cold and menacing. "We'll see about that," he said, his eyes glinting with anticipation. The Reaper's bored expression was a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding before him. His men continued to kick me, each blow landing with a sickening thud. I coughed up blood, my body wracked with pain. Tears streamed down my face, but I refused to beg. I knew that's what The Reaper wanted - for me to break, to plead for mercy. But I'd had enough of being at the mercy of men like him.

"Rest well dear wife. There is much to do in the future." "Mhm." Melinda closed her eyes and fell asleep on top of him. She mumbled a little. "Life is good now." Reap System: A quest has unlocked that is very difficult. 'Tell me about it.' Reap System: Love and Hate- Protect your wife during the coming years. Rewards: Vary. 'Well, that is something I planned on doing anyway.'