Mercy X Reaper Novels & Stories

We'd all been in the same class for three years, and there wasn't anyone who didn't know everyone else's backstory. I looked across the room, and my eyes came to a halt on the girl in the corner—Myra Davis, the very same bully who had murdered me in my past life. I could feel the hatred burning in my eyes. She gave me a casual look and put on the same smirk she'd worn when she'd crushed me beneath her heel in my last life. I smiled pleasantly at Myra. "Everyone here knows what my family's situation is like. I'm not selfless enough to give away the money I need to survive to someone else. Myra, you agree with me, don't you?"

“And you’re going to squeak for me.” He stepped back, releasing him. Zach slumped against the car, coughing, one hand going to his throat. He stared at Cole, his chest heaving. “What the fuck do you even want from me?” “Revenge.” Cole reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a roll of heavy-duty duct tape. He tore a long strip. “Hands,” he said. Zach shook his head, tucking his hands behind his back against the car. “No. Cole, please. Don’t—”

He has a solid jawline, clean-shaven face, thinner cheeks with just the right amount of plumpness, dimples that would take any normal woman’s breath away, beautiful bright brown eyes with flecks of gold, a tall leanly-muscled build, and short dark brown hair that is always neatly combed to one side, but tufts at the top in a cute way. I give him a polite nod that contradicts the rude way that I shove past him to step inside. I wordlessly pass him the name and photo of my target that came with the job posting, fixing him with an intense emerald-green gaze. He already knows the drill and I’m not one for pleasantries or small talk. He gives a low chuckle at my straight-to-business attitude, “al

The truck engine idles, a deep, mechanical growl that vibrates in the pavement beneath my boots. I press myself into the brick recess of the corner building, holding my breath. My heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped bird. The Reaper who stepped out of the garbage truck—a giant with a shaved head and a beard braided with metal rings—holsters his radio. "Load him up," he commands. Two more men jump out from the back of the truck. They wear black tactical gear, no cuts. Mercenaries? Or just Reapers dressed for war?

My psychic ability must be heightened in this place because I instantly become aware of these three creatures, these… {reapers}. The first is Kera, the Spirit of Vengeance, responsible for conducting everyone who suffered a violent death. She’s a battle maiden in plate armor, with an ebony face and short, curly blonde hair. Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back.

he winks at me as we walk up to the next room. "The green door is for aftercare products. I'll be around after each time we exit the Arena, but you are welcome to come in here anytime and grab anything you need. I'll order a bunch of products every month, so they don't run out. And before you ask me- yeah, I needed those for vampire women as well, because just because we are immortal, it doesn't mean we can't hurt each other. But for now, I'll focus on anything that will be a better fit for you." Kieran pulls me into his arms, but we don't move forward. We stand in silence until curiosity gets the best of me.

“Well, I’ve never had to explain any of this before, so I’m afraid I’m not going to be very good at it, but I’ll give it a try.” “Great.” Ru was feeling more accommodating than she expected herself to be. She leaned back into the cushion and crossed her legs, wondering what in the world he would say next. “Okay, well, what I was telling you earlier about the Reapers is all true. They are essentially demons commanded by Azrael. They have a role to play in society, to gather the souls of the dead when their time has come, but unfortunately, not all of them abide by the rules they’ve been given anymore. Some of them… take people they aren’t supposed to, unmarked souls.”

"Anybody, please help me! Please!" My eyes gleamed on seeing the ceilings of the washroom, just perfect for the moment. The evilness inside of me has consumed me so much that I felt nothing but so much hatred for this lowly human, she must be shown her place. "Shatter" with a single order the glass ceilings started to crack. People should've seen her agitated look, she looked so paled and in utter shock as she stared up at her own end. The glasses shattered and rained down on her at full speed, she crouched down and screamed out loud as the glasses stuck onto her body. "Aaaaah!". A satisfied smile graced my lips as I watched her crying of agony, dying. I knew she wouldn't survive and even i

Graduation day at Reaper training My name is Skye Evanore Reoch and I'm the only daughter of the reaper king and queen. I'm half reaper and dark witch and possess loads of magic. My parents, Rowen and Ayira rule this reaper section out of thousands that cover the entire earth. Anyway, back to me, being the only girl out of four children, I'm a daddy's girl. I have an older brother Liam who is off being taught some things from his dark elf grandfather and my younger twin brothers Brodie and Brayden. I decided that I wanted to become a reaper and not just a boring princess lounging at a palace waiting for my parents to wed me off to some pompous prince so I enrolled in the reapers training pro

Jess asked. Reaper got up and slowly walked over to her. He stopped when he was toe to toe with her. He grabbed her hair pulling her head towards his. "It's on its way home, where you belong, and where you are going!" Reapers snarled in her ear. Bear is holding Axel back. Sarge and several brothers walked towards them when a gunshot went off. Everyone froze. Reaper stared at Jess. Then staggered back to the stool holding his upper thigh. "You fucking bitch! You shot me! You're gonna pay for this!" Reaper hollered.