Mercy X Reaper Novels & Stories

"Holly?" Quix chuckled low. "You're telling me I have to share with a fallen angel? With one of the Sins himself?" He laughed a harsh biting sound before his eyes twinkled at her. "Holly, I'm a reaper. I take souls, I've killed many in my life. I'm sure I wasn't a good person in my human life either. You can take an entire harem if you want, I have no place to ever stop you. I'll just be grateful for what love you do want to give back to me."

‘My only wish is for you to take good care of this pack, be good to them and I promise, they will be loyal to you if you are loyal to them’ when that thought came to mind it was like a bulldozer, crushing the walls that the demon had built to block them. As soon as there was an opening Carl forced a shift, it was the most painful one Collin had ever had, even his first shift was not as painful as this one. Sounds of bones cracking sounded in the air and Mercy let go and moved back. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, today she will be meeting Carl for the first time as her normal self and not Mercia.

"I used to be a Weaver before I became a Reaper. Before, in my dreams, I always saw this angel that felt so close to me. I could see its face, but I didn't know its name. It constantly recurs in my dreams every night. I grew fond of that angel, and I think that's because I was a Weaver—as our blessings have something to do with emotions, maybe I couldn't use the blessings well that it controls me instead. "So, I decided to be re-classed. I also find Weaving a boresome task. I always see entities fall in love while I am lost, looking for that soul to complete me. So, I chose to be a Reaper, and maybe—just maybe, it could help me suppress my fantasies over that angel I had never met. And it wo

The Satan Snipers will never give her back. “Look at you, looking all badass and shit.” Mercy comes down the porch steps, giving my woman a hug. She then punches my arm. “Yo, how’s the recovery? AFTER said you won't stop bitching about it,” Beauty smiles at Mercy as the tall curvaceous biker snorts.

And just like that something in me gives, the adrenaline dropping too fast, the tension snapping and leaving something else behind. Relief. Too much of it. My grip tightens briefly on Callum before I let go enough for Azriel’s team to take over, hands moving quickly, efficiently, lifting him carefully. “He’s sixteen,” I say, the words slipping out, sharper than I intend. “Be careful.” “We’ve got him,” one of them replies. I nod, but my vision blurs anyway. The lights flicker back on in harsh bursts, revealing the aftermath; law enforcement flooding the space, security pushing through the crowd, voices louder now, controlled chaos replacing the earlier frenzy. The rave is over.

"The lab resequenced your sample with our high resolution protocol. The results are absolute. You are her only survival vector." ​"Look at her, Seraphina," Harrison whispered, stepping closer to me. He pointed a long finger toward the glass. ​Inside the room, Chloe’s body convulsed slightly, a high pitched alarm screaming from the monitor as two nurses rushed to her bedside, pumping medication directly into her IV line. ​"She is nineteen years old," Harrison said into my ear, his breath cold against my skin. "Your blood line ruined her mother's life. Now, your marrow can save hers. Or will you let your hatred for me kill an innocent girl?"

"How else do we get rid of Eli Roth and that bitch? The door clicked shut behind them. Finally, I exhaled and let my body sink into the mattress. Of course, it would be them. Just how many more impossible tasks would I have in the future? The optics weren't looking good for me at all, and I really didn't like that. Did God think my life was some kind of joke? But right—I chose this path myself, didn't I? Was this some kind of lesson? A punishment for how I'd acted after being reborn again? What about my good karma? Did that already run out? Did I not deserve a fucking break after literally saving a life? I clenched my teeth, trying to shove my frustration away. Then, a thought hit me. Is the

“Baby, look at me.” Aiden was crying silently, terrified beyond words. “You stay with Zara, okay? Don’t move.” “Mama…” “I know.” She kissed his forehead quickly. “I know.” Another shot shattered the kitchen lights completely. Sparks rained down. Alex grabbed Reyes’s spare magazine from the counter. “We’re pinned.” “No kidding,” Reyes snapped. She glanced at Mercer bleeding against the wall. “Friends of yours?” Mercer looked furious now. Not scared. Furious. “No.”

Mercy. Tyler doesn't stop.

Another came and I went for his eyes, making him stumble blind into Kai's path. Then I saw him. Reaper emerged from the chaos, his scarred face twisted in a cruel smile. He came straight for me, ignoring other fights happening around him. "Marcus wants you alive," he called out. "Everyone else dies. But you get to watch first." "I'm not the helpless girl you helped steal eight years ago," I said, my knife ready. "I'm Luna now. Trained and deadly. Come try to take me." Reaper laughed and attacked.