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Philip looked indifferently at Reaper, who had fallen to the ground and vomited blood. He said, “A disciple from the fifth zone dares to wreak havoc in the secular world. Is this how you do things in Northwood?” A thunderous roar shocked everyone! Reaper quickly got up, knelt in front of Philip like a child who did something wrong, and said, “I didn’t know that I’d offend you. Please forgive me!” Reaper lowered his head and trembled all over!

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.

...Sienna POV... This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims.

I turned to him, my face full of concern. "We have to be super vigilant, reapers can now simply hunt you. You could end up in the void and I have no desire to have to retrieve you from that monotone realm," I mumbled bitterly. Ellis was nodding. I rubbed my eyes as my skin started to tingle, signaling another reaper close by. No sooner did I blink and Lestat entered into the hall where we were at, carrying a long sword. I cursed and pulled Ellis behind myself. He yelled,"what?" I told him a reaper had appeared and he looked around frantically as I clenched my fist and opened it calling on my family inherited scythe. All the Reoch members had one because my great grandfather Darassan, was onc

The man had finally managed to produce a child and he wanted me to stand in a hall and applaud. "Small man," I said. "Large occasion." Gary said nothing. That was the correct response. My throne had been built on the bodies of my father and my brothers, taken in the year I turned twenty-four, held through five years of war that hadn't fully ended. I had killed more men than I could name. The packs called me The Reaper and stayed out of my borders and prayed their treaties held. The elders said Moon Godness herself had cursed me, no fated mate, no heir, no future beyond the violence I was good at.

Something dangerous. Why do I care? I scolded myself. This isn’t my concern. Humans live. Humans die. It’s not for me to meddle in. “I can’t interfere in human affairs,” I whispered to the shadows. “I am a reaper. If I disrupt the balance, there will be consequences.” And yet… her face haunted me. Her eyes, though terrified, held something familiar. Something that unsettled the cold logic I’ve lived by for centuries. Will she die tonight?

Every detail staged to make him look like a tragic lover trying to protect a broken girl. He was burying me in lies. With silk gloves and soft words. But then I found it—another article, this time from a gossip column that usually spent its time trailing royals and dignitaries: "Reece Foundation’s Annual Rooftop Gala Confirmed for Tomorrow Night. Guest List Leaks Include Royalty, State Officials—and the Infamous Vlad the Impaler–Vladislav Moroz". I stared at the name. Vladislav. How on earth was I to prove to him that I was worth his choice? That I needed him desperately. He was the only person capable of bringing Malcom to his knees. I didn't just want to kill Malcom Reece, I needed to brin

His face was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw betrayed him. “You… you must be mistaken,” he whispered, his voice low, almost cold. I raised a brow at him. “Do I look like I’m mistaken? My father is never wrong either.” My eyes met his, fierce and unwavering. Damon exhaled slowly, the anger and worry in his chest visible in the way his shoulders stiffened. “Avery, the blood reapers…They are ruthless,” he said finally, voice low, almost a growl. “Cold-blooded. They don’t care who gets hurt… or how much chaos they cause. Some of the rogues my uncle sent to the pack to get me distracted… they were from the Blood Reapers. They used… some kind of elixir to strengthen themselves. Makes them a

The truth was, The Ghosts had a reputation in the city, one that left everyone afraid of them. This was enough for Josh to realize that they were trouble. Their presence alone had everyone on edge. Josh glanced at Mateo, who was already eyeing the newcomers with a look of pure irritation. “And this party just got less enjoyable,” Mateo muttered under his breath. However, Reaper heard him. His smirk vanished, replaced by a coldness. Looking at Antonio with a look of recognition, Reaper glared at him, saying,”You got a problem?” He asked taking a step over to where Mateo, Josh and Leo were standing.

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.