Margaret Tucker Aka Lord Reaper Novels & Stories

"Alpha, we couldn't see her face. She was entirely draped in dark, unbranded tactical linen, and her hood was pulled so low it swallowed her profile. When she dropped in, she told us she was just a Vanguard field medic sent from the secondary garrison... but Alpha... she didn't fight like any medic I've ever seen. A medic doesn't possess that kind of ruthless skill." "She wasn't a medic, Alpha," Eric added, his voice trembling with a profound, terrifying awe as he remembered the slaughter. "She was a fucking reaper. There were a dozen heavily armed rogue executioners in this room ready to take your head. She systematically dismantled them in a matter of seconds. I have never seen a wolf move

He asked. Emery scoffed, Margaret would never tell her that. “I found it very odd, I had met a strange lady that goes by the name Zylar and I found it very odd when she later introduced herself to me as Rita. So I dug deeper and found out she was working for Emery. Her real name is Chandelier Stone. And the name Stone happens to be Margaret's last name.” After this revelation she understood why Margaret wanted to destroy her father's company. She can't really blame it on her father, she had no idea what had really happened. And looking back at everything, Margaret had achieved everything.

I scooted closer as our voices dropped to a low whisper. “Well.” She looked behind her to make sure Sam and Mrs. Cannon weren’t coming back, “This one guy said this morning, that the Delazar’s are creating trouble in Shadowcreek right now. They are tearing up the town looking for Hunter. He’s a big deal in their clan, Jay. He’s the leader of their reapers, the list holder. But I think he’s even more than that.”

"During the experiment in class, I watched every one of you students closely and noticed that even after chanting the spell correctly and healing the cut on your specimens, a scar is still left on the wounded region. Of course, it should be that way, totally normal if you ask me but yours, it was something else. You healed the cut quite right, but the spot remain good as new, like nothing happened in the first place. I could have sworn that you never cut your specimen if I did not see it with my very own eyes. That is the reason I was perplexed, Nyx, yours was exceptional," Narek explained and I swallowed harshly. "That was the same thing a vamp in class told me. She goes by the name Liz and

, Margaret laughed triumphantly. Reid stood up but he had a blank expression on his face, He looked so down and upset and his eyes were already swollen.. "How does it feel, to have sex with your cousin, Reid???, Margaret continued laughing like a demon. "I'll be missing you then, dear cousin for this might be the last time, I see you". The video had ended but I was still in a great moment of shock. So, it's true that Margaret was the one who had gone plastic surgery. She was desperate enough to take her revenge because Reid, ignored her and so she was using my face to make sure Reid would fall for her.

Fuzzy extended her hand for a handshakes. Her hand is so soft. Far from her tattooed body. I don't find it dirty. It's art and beauty. I smile at her since I think behind her tattooed face is a girl with a kind heart. "I'm Margaret." "Are you gonna be Maverick's ride?" I frown at her question as I glance at Kingstone, but he just walk inside the tent. "I--I don't know what that means." I said awkwardly. Fuzzy just smile at me. "Dear, Maverick is a lot to handle. Is he treating you right?" She ask softly before pulling me inside the tent.

"Lea might be able to blind these new-money socialites with free booze and fake diamonds, but I have known you since you were twenty-two years old. I recognized your posture the second you walked into the room." "Does Lea know you're in here?" I ask, my muscles locking, preparing to bolt if I have to. "Lea is an insecure, social-climbing parasite, and I couldn't care less what she knows," Margaret sniffs dismissively. "I never believed you died in that storm, Tara. The timeline was entirely too convenient." She reaches into her beaded clutch and pulls out a small, heavy piece of cream-colored cardstock. She holds it out to me.

I was enemy number one, and every day was a battle. I was done. Looking across my proverbial, blood soaked battlefield, I saw it had all been for nothing. I didn't even have an army at my back - they all stood on the other side. I couldn't tell when over my nearly twenty four years of life it had happened, but Maise ceased to exist. I was only Princess Margaret, or Lycan Queen Ambrose, or the curse of the rogue. Maise had laid down her life for them a long time ago, and it hadn't been me that killed her.

We weren’t friends, but we weren’t enemies either. Margaret was wearing a chartreuse gown embroidered with lily pads. The Beta’s wife’s name is Lily. Margaret has striking features. Her skin is the color of a summer elk. Her hair falling around her face in large chestnut brown ringlets. She has almond shaped chocolate brown eyes. “All these girls talking like they never heard the Epic of Cordelia.” Margaret quietly and snarkily said. “Right? A slave mating to the Kingdom of the Moon is a death sentence.” I responded dryly.

But now slips from her grip and put her into the predicament that is slowly consuming him from the dark presence and darkness that Tucker is looming right in front of her. “Your little game and desire that could never be compared to our God.” Tucker continue to taunts her, with his now blood red shot eyes. “Wake up Beatrice! You maybe a pure darkness that couldn’t never be compared to us. But your presence and mana that is as little as an ant. Who will take you seriously?”