Margaret Tucker Aka Lord Reaper Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I have already finished the Creator’s task for me. I finally found you, the witch heiress and my niece. I know Estelel is happy, wherever she maybe. Her soul can now be freed from the Virsathen. I may now rest my soul.” “No, Margarette.” Inwë was in tears. “I still have many to learn. I need you.” “I will never leave you. Now all my heartaches are healed. I may at last submit my soul to the Creator. I am glad that I met you.” Margarette said before her last breath. "Margarette!" She shouted all her grieves.

I gazed up at Walter, searching his face for answers. "As much as I know it'd hurt you to know this, all she said is true, My Lord, he said. "I've known Margaret since she came to our pack to seek protection some fifteen years ago, when she escaped from the House of Raganathan, and I can assure you that she is not evil. We have watched her, and up until this very moment, she hasn't given us any reason to doubt her sincerity. We couldn't find anything strange or criminal on her, except for a small vegetable farm she tends with her husband and son."

While they argued, I moved slowly toward the platform where Margaret was hiding behind debris. No one noticed me. Everyone was focused on the Van Leer family drama. I reached Margaret. She was injured from the ceiling collapse, blood running down her face. “Sarah Henderson,” she whispered. “The girl who survived everything.” “It’s over, Margaret.” “Is it? You kill me… or Marcus… someone else takes our place. The network is bigger than one person.” “Maybe. But it starts with you.” I raised my gun. “You were supposed to be mine,” Margaret said desperately. “The perfect asset. The prototype. I invested twenty-six years in you.”

I’m really glad I did. Apparently Lady Margaret was the bride-to-be that the sorceress managed to keep from marrying Lord Duncan. Margaret, like me, was magical. In fact, everyone at the table dabbled in magic in one way or another. Margaret just happened to have a little more skill at it than the rest; with the exception of Lady Lilith Collier who claimed to be her equal. I assumed that the sense of familiarity I had when I first set eyes on Lord Collier was my recognition of his magic. Since the only other magical person I’d been exposed to was Isabelle, it seemed a logical assumption.

“Actually, don’t sweat it. Seriously he will be happy that she is mated to a descendent of the original Lycan. I just need you to really understand her importance, to us.” The Lord Reaper has a dark sense of humor. “Stasia is important to me as well. I feel very lucky that the Goddess chose me as mate. And as Luna for my pack.” He nodded at me, seeming to understand. “If the pissing contest is done. Can I please address one thing at a time? Right now I have to go temp Alpha George, which I want dead. In two days, I will deal with my grandfather, and in 4 have sex with Marc. But today, I need to know this plan of yours Uncle Morty.” Stasia seems a little nervous. I place my hand on her back,

“Are you talking about your mother?” Margaret smiled, “oh, she was a good maid, she knew her status unlike her daughter who wanted something higher than her. It was a pity she died so soon.” “And it’s going to be a pity that you will die so soon too Margaret, because my motto is: An eye for an eye. Only that I won’t be the one to kill you, let me reveal spoilers for you,” she leaned forward on her desk, like she wanted to tell her something important, “the internet would.”

The Shadow, a tall man with a scarred face and cold eyes tried to run. I caught him in the garden, gun pressed to his back. “Turn around.” He did, slowly. His face twisted with recognition. “Isabella Voss. The Reaper’s whore queen.” I pressed the gun harder. “Who are you really?” He laughed. “Valeria’s son’s half-brother. The one she kept secret even from Dante. Marco had many secrets. I am the last true heir.” Before I could respond, gunfire erupted from the trees. Ambush. Rico shouted my name as bullets whizzed past. I fired back, dropping two attackers, but a third tackled me from the side. We rolled across the grass. His knife slashed my arm. Pain flared hot.

Axylia said between coughs. Tirana bit her lip so hard she tasted slight blood. It only took one click. One click and it would be over. She had learned why Margaret was killed. She had identified her best friend's killer. She got the killer right in front of her, and one click would finally end her crusade. However, Tirana pulled out her Mist Lotus. She was still breathing heavily, but considerably much calmer. She walked away and Axylia laughed. Her laughs were peppered with coughs but she was so determined to let it echoed across the narrow shed.