Romans & histoires Loving Reaper Webtoon

"Kids are fun, and if you have a boy, I have all kinds of shit you can take." If I remember correctly Reaper and Harmony have two boys. The offer Reaper just gave him highlights why I love the people I share my life with. They go out of their way to help each other, even when they don't have to. Like when someone finds out they're having a baby. Holy fucking shit. Havoc and Leigh are having a kid.

My hands slipped from his and he looked down at me with both sorrow and understandance. “I’ll spend everyday waiting for you to love me back. I know our time will come again and I won’t destroy it. Goodnight Luna.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek and I walked away with tears in my eyes. He did seem different, changed, yet just like the same boy I once loved.

He stroked my hand with his thumb. “The bringers of death?” I suggested. “The Delazar’s thrive on war. Their leader loves chaos and power. Delazar believes the weak should be killed.” He paused, with a grim look on his face, and I thought back to what Sam said about his brother, then he continued, “Reaper is the name he gave our clan because we are the bringers of death.” “Have you… brought death to anyone?” I wanted his answer to be no but a part of me wondered and I had to know.

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

The reaper nodded. “The Queen of Elements, the eye of the dragoness, and the beauty of beauties.” He said, studying her expression. “For as we know that your love is all true and pure, but can it come to a day where the darkness takes over, would you choose the light, or would you proceed with the night?” My picture appeared in front of her, and she squeezed my hand. “Whether it is night or day, I would choose where my love is. For along his side, I live, otherwise, I am dead.” She said, and the reaper debated for a few seconds before the response turned green.

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Her previous life is just like a flash movie through her mind. Catherine looked at Harris with teary-eyes, that made him feel awkward. She seemed to have been calloused and lost all hope in life. She had been tortured and she drowned to the deepest, darkest hole. Reviving a life, the twenty-seven-year-old soul only wishes for once to be fully loved and held by a person's hand.

Her eyes brimmed with tears when the last word came out like a small whisper from her mouth. “You can’t question my love like this, Alessandra! It’s innocent! The only thing I’m sure of!” For her, it was the first time she saw a human filled with emotions talking to her. Like a real human. Because every time he was like a robot. A well trained ruthless machine. But at that moment, he oozed out the disappointment hidden inside him. “How? How after you raped me?” “That was rage!” “Was your love so weak that it couldn’t even stand in front of your rage?”

People deserved a chance to learn how to love like that - and it was up to her to give it to them. The first calls of the Reapers caught on the wind and Aurora touched her hand to the earth. She closed her eyes and called upon those she knew would hear her. When the Reapers came into sight she ducked down behind the boulder to catch her breath. Since the night they murdered her parents, Aurora had never let the Reapers drift far from her mind but she had been a child. Looking upon them now was an assault on her senses. Their thick black flesh and bony exoskeleton rang out against the pure snow and their soulless eyes failed to reflect the light. She knew they would be strong and they would

We would go together. “Killian!” I tried to cry out, but no sound came. My throat was raw from the black tendrils, my body too weak to produce more than a whisper. He couldn’t hear me. Or maybe he just didn’t want to. And then, just like it did every night, the dream began its cycle again. Me on my knees. The rejection. The choking. The blood. My baby. Over and over and fucking over, each loop growing more and more vivid than the last. I could smell the damp earth beneath me, taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth, feel every blackened finger as it pressed into my windpipe.