Margaret Tucker Aka Lord Reaper 소설 & 이야기

“None also, I am the only survivor. Two others were taken as slaves. The Luna told me to report that those will be toys for the Alpha and Beta” Margaret let out another howling laughter, “She's one badass, I tell you”. Gerard signaled for the soldier to leave them. The soldier bowed, eyeing Margaret wickedly before leaving the room. Gerard strolled towards Margaret, “You are really inconsiderate. These are humans dying and you’re cheering for Werewolves”. His voice was low, he didn’t have the strength to shout at her. Margaret faced him to say one of her taunts. But then his eyes went dark and she was lifted up from the seat, hand on her neck, squeezing every laughter from her lips.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

She thought of apologizing for her earlier behavior, or was thanking Lucianne for taking care of Stella a better way forward first, or maybe she should convey her gratitude for giving her and her people a chance? “YOU?!” Greg’s exclamation drew everyone’s attention to him as his look of disbelief fixed on Margaret. Even Reida was looking at Margaret with large, clueless orbs. Margaret went from being vulnerably speechless to frustratingly shocked. Her eyes turned wide and fierce when she spoke to Tate, “You said we were working with rogues!” Tate glanced at Greg before assuring Margaret, “Those are rogues, Mar.” The affectionate way he called her had some effect on calming Margaret down but

The figure behind the counter turned to reveal her stunming facial features, temporarily rendering Tucker speechless. "Welcome to Reaper's Edge. How could we be of assistance to you today?" Her beauty was such that Tucker's eyes brightened involuntarily when he saw her. The successor of the god of destruction only regained his bearing when he saw Mane giving him a strange look. Tucker rubbed his nose in embarrassment and turned away. The lady didn't seem to mind this though; it was either that or she was used to Tucker's reaction. She kept smiling whilst waiting for Mane to speak. Seeing that Tucker was too smitten to say a word, Mane decided to speak for himself.

“I concede defeat. I never thought that I, a Profound Mystic cultivator, would lose to a Core Formation cultivator like you! But if you want to get some information from me, then you are wrong. I, Margaret Monroe, serve God with my body!" Her body stiffened abruptly.

“Check— the— cameras.” I tightened my grip. Her pulse fluttered beneath my fingers. I wondered what would happen if I killed her. Would he get a new wife? Would he try to kill me again? Would he even feel anything? “You expect me to believe Decker Kane just happened to be in the neighborhood? With his men? At the exact moment my guards had her surrounded?” “Yes.” “Margot.” “He must have been waiting outside.” She said it like it made sense. Like the Reaper King didn’t know not to be close to where I was. Like he didn’t know this was a clear sign for war.

"I hear I owe you my life." "Don't thank me yet. You still have a long recovery ahead." "That doesn't change the fact that I'd be dead without you." He reached out, his hand gripping mine. "Margaret told me what you did. The light. The power. She said she's never seen anything like it." I pulled my hand away. "Margaret talks too much." "Margaret is my aunt. She's been a healer for forty years. If she says she's never seen anything like it, I believe her." Tom studied me, his eyes sharp despite his weakness. "What are you, Dr. Cross?"

"The stories we prepared about Lyra — the infidelity, the seduction, the bastard child. Those are already circulating through the pack. Every servant, every guard, every elder has heard the same version." Serena's crying slowed. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Soon," I said, "every person the Reaper's men speak to will confirm it. And when that tyrant discovers the kind of woman he's marked..." I let the smile come. "He'll do our work for us." I straightened my coat and picked up a bottle of aged whiskey from the cabinet. I had to strike first. Fucking Reaper bastard. My jaw tightened, my fingers pressing into the glass. He'd ruined everything—the naming ceremony I'd spent so

I needed something to hold on to and if this was what it would take me, then I was very much ready to do that. My mom had showed me time and time again that she didnt have much emotions as everyone thought she had. She was more of a quiet snake, not saying a word but being able to do everything that she wanted without anyone telling her not to. I knew what was happening, I knew that she was the only one who had the power to actually made what happened to happen and I was not going to stop till I prove it. Margot Steele was a master puppeteer dressed in pearls and coated in polished smiles. Nothing happened around her or to people she was close to without her knowing about it. She knew every