Mercy X Reaper Novels & Stories

" we haven't heard anything about your families and friends , And you have been reported missing for quite sometime ...." Loveth cuts him off quickly " I am an orphan and I happened to be sold to a mercenary by my foster father . So kindly move on to something else. I no longer have business with my past ." Loveth crossed her legs as she waited for the next question even though she knew she had given too much information to the public and right now a part of her solemnly regretted it but it was too late already . " So lastly we hope you will honour our invitation next time ."

Reaper found me standing there. "What's that?" he asked. "Gift from Vera. For Grace. To help with nightmares." "Are you going to give it to her?" "I don't know. It's from person who tortured her. Who consumed her. Who—who gave her the nightmares in the first place. Is that—is that healing? Or is that letting monster too close?" "That's question only you can answer," Reaper said. "But Eva—Vera is trying. Really trying. And maybe—maybe part of healing is accepting that people can change. That monsters can become—become something else. Something better."

Naturally, as a money-hungry degenerate, I applied to join all nine. You'd think the pure, innocent moderators of the "Lawful Good" and "True Neutral" boards would reject a join request from a user literally named [Grim Reaper]. But people are stupid and morbidly curious. They hit 'Accept' just to see what kind of unhinged garbage I was going to post. What I did was immediately change my bio to: [OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS. ALL SERVICES PROVIDED.] Unsurprisingly, my profile views skyrocket. An S Combat Tier Reaper offering every service? Unprecedented.

“The first good news is that the scumbag, Mark Harrington, has met his karma so soon. Cora Reid has canceled their engagement, and photos of him making out with different kinds of women have been circulating online since last night.” Kiara blinked. Indeed, Mark’s karma came too soon. Anyway, the scumbag deserved it. “It’s only a matter of time before the RK Group cancels collaboration with HQ Enterprise. Remember the Old Master Reid dots on Cora. Although her mother was adopted, the old man won’t let this matter slide easily.” “Enough talk about those scumbags anyway,” Maya added, her lips curling up. “Can you guess what the second good news is, Kiara?”

If he was searching for the misery in my soul, then I guessed he would find it, along with my resignation. "Just k__kill me already." My voice had no soul. I had already come to the fact that I was going to die, there was no need for him to prolong it. A smile crossed his face, but it lacked life. " Beg me for mercy, I might just spare your life." Was he taunting me? He believed fully well that I was Ethan's partner in crime, why would he want to spare me? "Beg me!" He commanded, his voice striking like a whip.

"Imagine feeling helpless; knowing that backup is miles out. That they won't get here in time as you watch those you care about fall one by one to silver bullets being fired into the crowd. Imagine seeing death all around you through someone else's eyes. Knowing that if you don't do something everyone is gonna die. Imagine knowing that those same paras killing off your family and friends; are coming for you and your unborn children next. What do you do? You send the mother of your mate and best friend out to fight and protect her two children. You send your grandmother for Doc and Waylon so they're at the ready for healing the one's they can. You send the mortal and the princess of the fae s

It struck the ground a dozen feet in front of them. Where the beam hit, the scrubby grass, the tough little weeds, the hardy insects, everything simply… turned grey. Not dead. It was still standing, but all color, all vitality, was instantly leeched from it. It became a perfect, static sculpture of its former self, frozen in a moment of absolute apathy. A Reaper. That's what the Overseer had written. Deploy Reapers to sanitize the sector. Their weapon didn't kill. It preserved in a state of non-life. It was the ultimate expression of the Grey Sorrow's philosophy.

"I know you must both be so angry with me. Adrian is as well. I'm selfish and stupid. I deserve everything that's ever happened to me. But I'm so tired. I can't outplay Sean. I can't even drag him down with me when I die." I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. The rain seemed to be pouring harder now. At that moment, I felt like a wandering ghost with no home to return to. "When I join you in the afterlife, don't shy away from me, okay? Please don't reject me. I know… I was wrong." After walking in a daze for what felt like forever, I finally got home. Before I could open the front door, I saw the warm yellow light spilling through the gap under the door.

he continued closing his eyes. “No, Grip... Don’t close your eyes please,” I begged but he didn’t respond. “Wake up, Grip!” I lightly slapped his cheek multiple times with my bloody hand. “Stay with me...” I wept. “I will let him rest if I were you.” I turned around and saw an unfamiliar guy wearing a silver cloak embroidered with gold on its hem. A glowing halo was above his head. “Please... help him,” I pleaded. “Reapers don’t die. Judging his wounds he will completely heal after a week,” he uttered as if it was nothing.

My lips stretched into a smile and I looked up at Damon, “Send my hate to the rest of you guys,” “I hope you have a life filled with chaos, strife and bitterness,” I spat barely audible, his facial expression didn’t change as he watched me slump to the ground and finally loose life. “Ahhh,” I exhaled deeply. Welcome hell. Deputy Devil here! • • Helen (Damon’s Adoptive Mom,) Harper lay still on her bed, the whole room was silent save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor beside her. She had been unconscious for five days now, Doctor said she was responding to treatment but might take a while to come back awake.