Mercy X Reaper Novels & Stories

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.

The players eyes widened in terror, as the three figures emerged from the shadows. Medusa stood tall, her hair writhing like snakes, each strand tipped with venomous fangs. Her eyes glowed like embers, piercing through the darkness. A stone-like mask covered her face, except for her full, crimson lips, curved into a wicked smile. The Reaper loomed beside her, his presence like a shadow cast over the land. His eyes were empty sockets, his skin gray and decaying. A black hood covered his face, and his tattered cloak billowed behind him. His blood streaked soulcutter was held firmly to his chest as though passing a silent warning.

"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

I whispered, my voice barely audible. The Reaper laughed, the sound cold and menacing. "We'll see about that," he said, his eyes glinting with anticipation. The Reaper's bored expression was a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding before him. His men continued to kick me, each blow landing with a sickening thud. I coughed up blood, my body wracked with pain. Tears streamed down my face, but I refused to beg. I knew that's what The Reaper wanted - for me to break, to plead for mercy. But I'd had enough of being at the mercy of men like him.

The fear wasn’t the kind of fear when you see something you don’t like but it was like the feeling of losing something so dear to you. Dove might be a tough girl, of course everyone sees that but I see someone trying to mend her broken parts. To mend your broken parts, you have to go through the worse mental and emotional pain you have ever gone through and as an old woman; I have gone through that phase before.And that pain could drive you into a reckless path of revenge, I have seen it before. She might be showing symptoms of falling into the feeling of carnage.

The damage to them slightly more than the others in some places. Reap System: Mission Successful: Five Followers obtained. Engravings emplaced. Follower clothing obtained as a reward choice. Boost loyalty and growth when worn. "Excellent," Ren said. His hands steepled togethor as he went through the information he obtained. The stone reveals their affinity, but also allowed the Reap System to go through their memories and body. "Well time to clear the rest of the damage inside them." Ren's hands outstretched as nails shot out to each of them. 'To think I can absorb disease and poisons to improve my cultivation. Not bad at all.'

I didn’t particularly want to be introduced to a gay couple. The memory of the kiss made my stomach churn. I lowered my head and greeted the man without looking directly at him. “Hello……” “Hello.” “This is Elias Reyes. He’s a junior in our department. And this is Arth, a first-year in clinical psychology.” “……” “……” So he was from the same university. After Eric’s introduction, a deep silence fell. Arth, a first-year in clinical psychology, was a strikingly handsome man with sharp eyes.

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

But when they found mine, a flicker of recognition sparked to life. “X-Xiana, what are you doing here? Go away!” Damien mumbled, but exhaustion was evident in his tone. “No, I’m here for you,” I whispered, crawling to him until I was close enough to touch the edge of the altar. And even as the Reapers loomed around us like sentinels of judgment, for a brief moment… nothing else mattered to me now that he is here in front of me. The silence stretched between us—heavy, eternal. The Reapers did not move, but their gaze pressed into me like a blade poised at the throat of fate itself.