Margaret Tucker Aka Lord Reaper Novels & Stories

Together they could reshape the entire empire. My phone buzzed softly on the desk. It was Clark. I answered immediately. “Tell me you found something useful,” he said. “I found something big,” I replied. “Bigger than the altered records?” “Maybe.” He paused for a moment. “Okay,” he said. “Now I’m interested.” I turned my laptop slightly and opened the contract again. “Margaret wasn’t just funded by Trent,” I said. “What do you mean?” “She was promised a reward.”

And even though Ru had envisioned bringing her mother back to the States with her, Maggie refused to go, saying she was willing to stay at Holy Island as long as necessary in order to pay penance for the love of her life, Larkin, a Reaper, who happened to be Ru’s father. Getting on the plane to come back without her mother had been difficult, but Ru had called her as soon as they landed at La Guardia. Maggie assured her no Reapers had shown up, and Ru was relieved to hear it since she was pretty sure Thanatos, otherwise known as Nat, would’ve loved to find out where she was. For some reason, he seemed almost as interested in finding the lost Keeper as Ru was.

Then I grabbed the Ducati keys from the hall table so hard they cut into my palm. I headed toward the elevator with murder in my bloodstream and fire in my lungs. Richard had tried to kill her. Aaron had hidden her from me. But both of them had forgotten one critical thing. One fatal thing. I wasn’t a corporate prince. I wasn’t a politician. I wasn’t civilized. I was a Reaper. And Reapers did not let go of what belonged to them.

He needed to make her fall for him very quickly so that he could go and take care of his kingdom and search for Jasper as well. Lord Ray assumed that it was Jasper that had held Sam's Mom captive. Wait a minute, did he just say captive? According to the story that Sam narrated to Jereni on that day he eavesdropped on them, Sam's Mom first went through the reincarnation process before she finally got transformed into a Drudge Vampire. If she was transformed into a Drudge Vampire before she went missing, it only meant that she is not held under captive wherever she is by now. What could be the reason why she willing accepted to be a Drudge Vampire?

She was so afraid that tears burned in her eyes, and she automatically protected herself by hugging her body into a small ball. Margaret wouldn’t have any of it and roughly grabbed the girl by her long hair, yanking her up as she said, “You didn’t see anything of this, you hear? You didn’t see me here. I’m dead. Do you understand?” Sakura recoiled, tears pouring down her cheeks. She didn’t really understand anything. All she wanted was for the woman to let her go and leave her alone. Margaret, however, did none of those things and shook Sakura hard. “Listen here, you little brat, I’m dead. You understand. Margaret Byrd is dead. If anyone asks, say I died in the fire.”

Seraphina asked him, her voice dripping with false sympathy as she looped her arm through his. She glanced at me, her smile sharpening, she was enjoying this. "Poor Aurora here is taking my place tomorrow. She's to be wed to that filthy Moon Reaper. Rumors are that he's as ugly as that painting we threw out yesterday." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Moon Reaper—the ancient enemy, a family of ruthless hunters bred for one purpose: killing werewolves like us. Legends whispered of their silver blades, their empires built on the bones of our kind. They were monsters in human form, trained from birth to hate us, to destroy our souls under the full moon.

She blinked at the bright light, then looked up at Derek, who was already standing beside her with a small flashlight in hand. “You heard all of that, didn’t you?” he asked with a tired smile. She nodded. “All of it.” “Sorry,” he muttered. “She’s... intense.” “She’s terrifying,” Ryleigh corrected. “Who is she?” Derek leaned in to check her pupils, the flashlight flickering back and forth between her eyes. “Margaret was the Luna of this pack. She's my mother.” Ryleigh’s jaw dropped. “Wait. What?” “She ruled as the Luna beside my father, the previous Alpha. Until his death a few years ago,” Derek explained. “Now my brother—Damien—is the Alpha.”

Nicholas asked him this time impatiently because he also wanted to know who is their real enemy doing all this in disguise of Russian mafia. (Translation: Then who is behind all of this?) "Dietro tutto questo c'è Nathan Dominico. È cugino paterno di Mikhail Igor Gorbachev e tu hai ucciso suo padre incontrandolo mentre cercava di rubarci alcune informazioni reali. Nathan vuole vendicarsi della morte di suo padre e vuole governare l'Italia con sua sorella Zia." Ace told him and then realization dawned upon him. He clenched his jaw hard and his veins popped out of his neck and forehead.

“This partnership was your idea.” Margaret tilts her head slightly. “And it’s still useful.” Victor gestures toward me. “She’s the problem.” Margaret’s eyes drift toward my past self. “No.” Her voice grows colder. “She’s the catalyst.” My stomach tightens. In the video, Victor frowns. “What does that mean?” Margaret folds her arms. “It means Adrian Reyes will never fall unless he believes he’s losing her.” Marcus murmurs. “That’s psychological warfare.”