Mercy X Reaper Novels & Stories

The man paused but in the next moment, he was pumping harder into her until he found his release moaning and jerking inside her. That man was Noel Greer and the girl was Penelope Quinn.

he hissed, turning toward the presence. The shadow stepped forward. Pale skin like porcelain, eyes blacker than night itself, and a presence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe. “I am what waits at the end of your kind,” the figure said, voice deep and hollow. “You were given years you did not deserve, Clark.” “What the f*ck are you talking about?!” Clark spat, backing away. “Get out of here—this is none of your business!” The Reaper tilted his head. “You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.”

I saw that there were only two demons in front of Mercy and sent a wave of my energy finishing them off. Mercy looked at me, and I called out to her. “Destroy the boxes, Mercy!” She nodded at me before heading towards the stack of boxes which contained the drugs that could even affect the Gods. She was the perfect one for the task of destroying the boxes since she could check for any magical traps around them. Then she could burn them, destroying it forever since from the information we got these were the only stock of the drugs in existence so far. As Mercy reached near the boxes and started walking around it while muttering spells, I turned back to the demons in front of me. I slashed arou

"The High Council has designated this territory a 'Resource Reclamation Zone.' All biological assets are to be processed. Resistance will result in immediate termination." ​"This is my home, not a resource," Rhea spat, her daggers ready. ​"Correction," the Reaper said, its arm shifting with a mechanical whir into a spinning saw-blade of silvered steel. "It is a laboratory that has overstayed its usefulness." ​The fight was unlike anything the Silver Bane had ever experienced. The Reaper didn't feel pain, and it didn't tire. When Marcus lunged, the machine simply swatted him aside with enough force to crack his ribs. Sela’s arrows bounced off the blackened iron as if they were toothpicks.

Why should I show her any mercy? "Who do you think you are, anyway, offering to get back together with me? I'm not interested in dating someone I've already broken up with, especially someone as trashy as you!" I took out my phone, intending to call the police, after saying that. "If you don't leave me alone right now, I'll call the police to report you for harassment, Christian." Christian shot me a few resentful looks, then turned and left in frustration. It was a month later when the SAT results were finally released, and my parents threw a banquet to celebrate my university admission. I had actually secured a spot at Harvelund through early admission back in my freshman year, even though

"Let me go! I don't want to go there. I don't want to!" Bianca fell to her knees in front of me and grabbed the hem of my pants with shaking hands. "Please have mercy on me, Anna. I'll never bother you ever again. Please forgive me! "Have you forgotten that we grew up together? I'm willing to do anything as long as you set me free! I mean it! I'll even grovel at your feet for your forgiveness!" Bianca started knocking her forehead against the ground. Fresh blood spurted from the point of impact, but she seemed to be oblivious to the pain and continued knocking her forehead against the floor with all her might.

I stood beside Conrad and looked down at Mason, the pathetic wreck lying at my feet. There wasn't a single ripple in my heart. "Raine, it's me, Mason! Your fiance!" Mason's voice was hoarse as he screamed desperately, "Take me to a real hospital! This place can't save my legs! I have money and insurance, and you just have to pay the medical bills first!" Pamela spotted me as well. Her eyes were filled with both hatred and greed.

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

He added, laughing freely. Lin clenched her jaws, trying to shake off the doubts that their adversary was planting in her mind. She knew he was playing mind games, but the truth he spoke kept striking a chord in her. “That is none of your damn business! We will figure it out when that time comes!” Hunter thundered the words at the guy. “And f*ck you for killing my friends in the Dark Valley!” “Your friends were weak, just like the two of you,” The Reaper replied, walking in their direction slowly but purposefully. “Surrender, I’m giving you two one last chance. Surrender right now and I will lead you right out of this quest easily.” He smirked.

Maya cried, trying to crawl toward him. I grabbed her, pulling her back. “No—stay with me—” “He’s hurt—he’s hurt—he needs—” “He needs you alive.” The smoke parted. Reaper stepped through it. Calm. Unhurried. Untouched by the chaos around him. His men fanned out behind him, forming a wall of black armor and rifles. Reaper looked at me. Then at Maya. Then at Demetri’s unconscious body. He smiled. “Armando,” he said softly, “you’re losing.”