Mercy X Reaper Novels & Stories

"I'm Isla Mercer, younger daughter of Vex Mercer. You probably already know who my father is, considering you guys have been at each other's throats for years. But here's the thing, I can help you more than you realize. I've got connections, resources, friends and—" "Stop!" I interrupted, moving toward them. "I appreciate the offer, but no. Get the fuck out of here!" Isla kept talking like I hadn't said a word. "—and if we're being honest here, you're going to need all the help you can get right now. The Reapers and the Iron Serpents are tearing the city apart looking for you, and if you think you can handle that alone, then..."

he mumbled sadly and I hugged him tightly, telling him I missed him. "The reaper section is a mess. Reapers are retaliating and aren't doing their collections. Victoria is making those disputing her disappear, like my poor Ronan. I fear the human realm is going to experience an apocalypse soon if you two don't get rid of that ignorant female pretending to be in charge," he said gravely.

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

The void under our feet thrummed once, a low, resonant pulse that felt like the room itself saying *noted. Selene didn’t hesitate. She slammed her palm against MERCY’s node. Her back arched, a snarl ripping from her lungs as the system tried to reject her intrusion, trying to mark her as corrupted. The smell of ozone and blood spiked sharp in the air. A ring of smaller sub‑functions around MERCY—PUNISH, PROLONG, REPEAT—lit up crimson and lashed toward her like serpents of text. She dug in her heels—into nothing—and cut them as they came, her free hand driving her sword through the writhing lines. They burst in showers of sparks, hissing out one by one.

"The stories we prepared about Lyra — the infidelity, the seduction, the bastard child. Those are already circulating through the pack. Every servant, every guard, every elder has heard the same version." Serena's crying slowed. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Soon," I said, "every person the Reaper's men speak to will confirm it. And when that tyrant discovers the kind of woman he's marked..." I let the smile come. "He'll do our work for us." I straightened my coat and picked up a bottle of aged whiskey from the cabinet. I had to strike first. Fucking Reaper bastard. My jaw tightened, my fingers pressing into the glass. He'd ruined everything—the naming ceremony I'd spent so

I would reclaim the days I had missed in my last life one by one. After leaving the hospital, I strolled down the tree-lined street. The sugar maple tree leaves had begun to turn a brilliant orange and gold, glistening as they danced gently to the ground in the fall breeze. I took out the half-charred wooden charm from my pocket. Though its edges were blackened, the word "peace" carved on the back was still clear. I clenched the charm firmly in my palm. Reborn, I had no cheat codes or any powerful connections. I had only learned never again to be the naive pushover anyone could walk all over.

I found Seraphina in the heart of the facility, standing over an operating table prepared for a forced delivery. “Daughter,” she said calmly. “It’s time. The child belongs to something greater.” I raised my gun. “She belongs to *us*.” Damien appeared like death incarnate, covered in blood, eyes locked on Lucian. The brothers clashed brutally while I faced my mother. Seraphina smiled sadly. “You still don’t understand. Project Reaper was my gift to you. Your daughter will change everything.” I fired a warning shot near her feet. “The only thing changing is that this ends tonight.”

I deadpanned and Clyde snickered, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling in his throat. “Oh, that’s Hawar being…well, Hawar.” He said just as he came to a stop a few feet before the rug. He picked up one of the bottles lying around, hitting a spoon against it which caused a sharp, clinking sound to cut through the noise. “Can I have your attention?” All eyes were on us now and the noise slowly died down. “Rebels, I’d like you to meet our newest members, Nyx and Narin.” Hoots of excitement rose into the air and we were dragged into the center of the rug. The rebels danced around us, still chanting in excitement and all I could do was smile and wave.

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

“No one messes with a Sinners’ girl and gets away with it.” “I wasn’t going to hurt her. I just wanted her out of the way.” The guy’s wild eyes darted from one person to the next. “Isn’t he with one of the opening bands?” Jace asked. “Hell’s Crypt?” “Dim Reaper?” Eric asked. “No, they stopped touring with us a month ago,” Jace said. “Hell’s Crypt is the new one. With the movie monster theme. Vampire, werewolf, Frankenstein. Kinda lame.”