Romans & histoires Margaret Tucker Aka Lord Reaper

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

~HUNTER~ I found Margaret Torres exactly where Derek said she would be—Romano's Café, sitting at her usual table by the window with a clear view of my building. Shelook nothing like Celine up close, worn down by years of bitterness and whatever twisted game she had been playing with the Brown family. But her eyes were sharp, adding up, as she watched me approach her table. "Mr. Reid." She didn't seem surprised to see me. "I wondered when you would show up."

"Rule one. You do not leave the estate grounds. The boundary is marked by iron gates and a ring of rowan trees. Cross it without me, and the voices will tear your mind apart within minutes. I've seen it happen to a Null before. It is not a gentle death." I swallowed. "There were others?" "Three that I know of. Over nine centuries. All of them died badly." His voice was flat. Clinical. "The first was burned by witches who believed her blood could grant immortality. It couldn't. The second was locked in a silver cage by a vampire lord who fed her to his enemies one drop at a time. She lasted forty years." "And the third?" Kael's eyes flickered. A crack in the marble. "She was my Tether. Sixty

I'm coming to you, my dear. I stood right under the tree where I remembered the way in and out of the witches that I knew, and I suddenly felt weaker than I could ever be when I remembered someone. A great woman. Margarette Kendall. Marge. The woman who raised me as her own daughter, when she had found me crying in my grave when I came to life after more than two hundred years from being born dead. She raised me even if I am a monster, like what everyone else sees and presumes. She died. No, she was killed. And I was not able to save her. I don't even know why I am suffering like this. Where is everyone else from the war? My mother. My cousin, Sander. Alison. The Northern Witch Warriors. The

It’s like everyday I unravel more and more betrayals by Nicolas and instead of thinking about it, I decide to put them in the past and forget about the Revenge. “No Lila, that’s not the plan, we must find a way to finish them off for everything they have done!” As I’m scrubbing my body, I try to ignore Koko’s voice, focusing on removing the dirt from my body. “Koko, they have taken away everything from me, only for me to find out that this was all a ruse, they are not worth it, maybe this is the moon goddess’s plan!” I silence her. For the next few days, I do my best to thank the tiny woman who’s name is Margaret for saving my life and she barely acknowledges it.

"It's Margaret." The name hit me like a physical blow to the chest. I let go of his arm, stumbling back a step. "Margaret? Our maid? The woman who has been in my kitchen for years? That’s impossible. She’s... she’s nobody." "She’s exactly who she wants you to think she is," Halter whispered. "She’s been playing us all like a deck of cards. She’s the one who gave the orders. She’s the one who murdered Philip." I stayed hearing anything else he had to say. When he was done, I got into my car and drove back to the mansion in a blur, the name echoing in my head like a death knell. *Margaret. Margaret. Margaret.*

"Pardon?" "The hacker; is a she, not he." I let out a bitter chuckle. "You mean to tell me the best hacker to ever exist is a mere female. A weak female is the one who has been stealing from me and my pack all these years". I growled, as my nose flared, and my knuckles turned white. "Yes, Reece the hacker is a female, and the most surprising part of it all, she is not a Lycan or Vampire but a werewolf."

She looks incredibly grand, yet warm. She is the Awakened of Gaia—the Mother of the Gods. "So, this is our second 100% Awakened student?" Gaia asks softly. "I must admit, I did not expect the second one to be the Death God." Dean Nox takes a sip of her tea. "There is no one more suited for the role. When I first saw her, I didn't even need a power test. My instincts told me she was the Reaper." Gaia smiles at him. "You rate her very highly."

She felt resentful as one of the best warriors in their family, and as one of the deadliest assassins known to the vampire people, she was probably not having fun playing babysitter. This woman was made of the souls, screams, and blood of the victims she killed. Her single gaze was chilling, and her quick reflexes and precise cat-like body made her a deadly and perfect weapon. Her nickname was terrifying itself, and the stories I heard about her terrified even the bravest and most influential people. After all, she is called the Taipan Reaper because she kills as deadly as a desert snake and does not spare anyone who stands in her way.

“It’s all right, Nicole. I was there once.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken history. I remembered then, Margaret had been a tribute once. A chosen offering in a time when the old laws still held sway. But something had gone wrong. She hadn’t died… hadn’t fully turned either. She’d been caught in the rift between two worlds, and only Adrian’s intervention had pulled her from that limbo. I wanted to ask what it felt like, to be surrendered by your own blood, to wake up in a house of predators and still call it survival. But some questions weren’t meant for moments like this. So I stayed silent.