Margaret Tucker Aka Lord Reaper นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was cropped short, only a few inches off her scalp, a sharp contrast to the soft features of her face. It was one of the things that made her so unique to me. All the females I knew took great pains with their appearance, wearing their hair like a crown of vanity. Never had I met one who intentionally sheared hers off like a warrior. She was indeed a warrior. A terrifyingly strong one by the reputation she’d amassed. The Mortal Reaper. Such a title was no small feat for a human, let alone a fragile looking female. Though, she was anything but fragile. I’d seen it first hand when she battled the twins. If it weren’t for their deception, they never would have bested her the way they had.

The other elder asked. *** I was at the border witnessing my pack of origin Killin and burning the whole of the villages. My blood boiled so hard at the moment. Margaret was after her greediness and was using the opportunity of the previous war to let a blow against the demon's clan. She was dead but how come was she alive? I nip to the other side to see the maid carrying zeal in their hands. "Bring him!"I commanded with a mean voice. The maid hesitated a bit before giving him to me because of the dagger which was in my grip.

She hackled The Luna as if she was trying to strike up a deal or something. " who knew a hybrid would be afraid of a little spider"!? Margaret word vomiting at that very moment chuckling as she did. What's gotten into this lady. She was so lovely not a few days ago. Am I missing something. Did something happen while I was sleep. I'm left looking at her with a confused looked as she continues her rampage of words. "That spider was massive Margaret" I finally blurt out trying not to laugh a little at my own jump scare. "It's tiny," said The Luna

she asked. "Yes, professor Althea," said Mar. She reached into her cloak, and from her side, pulled out a rapier. "I, Margarette Gunnar, of the Gunnar family, masters of the sword, do solemnly pledge my word." She kissed the plummet of her rapier and sheathed it.

“Reaper showed up at my house two days ago.” Letty gasps in shock, but I just stare at them in confusion. “Who’s Reaper? I’ve heard Rowan mention him before.” “Reaper is the king of the underground, a crime lord. He’s a criminal. He’s the one that killed James and kidnapped you and Emma. He wanted Rowan to choose between the two of you” My eyes widen at that information. Of everything I thought and wondered about him, nothing came close to Letty told me. A criminal? Seriously?

Her joy was gentle and honest, it helped Eva heal more than the medicine did. But while Eva’s body healed, something darker stayed in the air. Margaret; her mother, The Maestro had escaped. Her last words still rang in Eva’s ears like a curse. “She’s a ghost now,” said Margaret Thorne, the real Margaret, Lucian’s mother, as they sat reviewing the latest reports. “She’ll disappear for a while,” she added. “But she won’t stop. She’ll rebuild. And this time, she’ll be worse.”

“Everyone is guilty. Just behave since you are in my hands now.” “Icy Blood Needle!” Aurora’s body trembled, she could feel her entire body was starting to feel numb, and a chill attacked her. Aurora bit her lips and asked Denny, “You’re from the Tucker Cult, aren’t you?” Tucker Cult was a cultivating family in the World Universe and had a thousand-year-old history. They specialized in using secret weapons, and their most famous weapon was the Icy Blood Needle. If you get pricked by it, your whole body will go numb, and you will have no strength at all.

Watching him with bored eyes she stepped on the back of the legs of the Prince Regent. The Prince Regent cursed as Morrigan shifted her weight, standing on his legs like he was a stool where she usually stands when she is fitting for her dresses. A sweet giggle coming from her throat as she bounces up and down his leg. Morrigan jumped and landed on his legs the cracking of bones echoing around the room. The Prince Regent screams in pain as his legs went into a numbing and chilling break. Morrigan's hands flew to her mouth. "Good Heavens, did I broke your leg, my dear uncle? I thought you could still lift me like the way we play before." The Prince Regent looked at her through gritted teeth.

Carter suddenly froze again. “There’s another file.” I immediately shook my head. “No more files.” But he already opened it. A video started playing. A younger Margaret appeared on screen. My mother. She looked different. Tired. Not the elegant woman I knew. She was speaking to someone off camera. Doctor Mercer. Her voice was low. Controlled. “If this fails, we lose everything.” Mercer nodded. “It won’t fail.” Margaret leaned closer. “It better not.” My stomach turned. This was before everything.

He braced his hands against the sill and exhaled a long, heavy breath, the kind that carried decades of secrets he’d never intended to share. Mom mirrored him with a weary sigh. After a weighted pause, she nodded slowly. "You could say that, sweetheart. But it goes deeper. Older." She settled into the chair beside my bed, her amber eyes turning distant. "Margaret’s mother, Claretta, was a werewolf shaman. One of the most respected in the Black Widow pack. She could read bones, speak to the dead, and walk the veil between worlds as easily as we walk through a doorway."