Battlefield 4 Recker Novels & Stories

Ryker was pulling one of the chairs over to him. “Switch that off; I want him to see me first,” he said to someone. The spotlight came off, only a dim light remaining. His eyes adjusted quickly, and he saw Ryker’s amused face as he sat with his feet crossed in front of him. Ryker was a big man, bigger than he was. He had scars across his face from all his battles that made other wolves shrink back in fear. Only something truly horrific could cause scars on a wolf, and this one had lived through many of them.

She took a step towards me and spat on the ground. For some reason, it really felt like she was spitting on me. “You’re a weak link. And weak links are always the downfall of every great empire. Here, we do not raise weak links.” Anger flared through my veins, burning away the last traces of fear. I clenched my fists. “I wasn’t on a real battlefield.” It was one of the times I wished I could speak. I’ll have loved to give her a piece of my mind. Ryker turned to look at me. He had taken a piece of cloth and wrapped around his bleeding hand. His golden eyes flickered with an emotion I couldn’t quite place, no matter how I tried.

His helmet tilted mockingly. "Need you to shut up," she growled, reloading. He chuckled and raised his M4LMG, laying down suppressing fire. "Cover me." Before she could argue, he was gone, sprinting toward the enemy position like a wraith. Viper cursed under her breath and followed, her boots kicking up dust as she vaulted over debris. They fought side by side, bullets flying, bodies dropping. Reaper moved like a predator every shot precise, every motion calculated. He didn’t just dominate the battlefield; he owned it.

***Derrick's POV*** A sinister smirk grew on my face as I made my way to the front line. They underestimated me. They thought their little trick with the landmines would bring me down. I snarled. I had prepared myself for this battle. Even after losing over five hundred men. I have a thousand more to fight for me. Today will be the beginning of my reign. After, I kill Ryker and her mate. All the power will be mine. I smell my victory in the air.

He can't see me cause his face is on the opposite side which gives me a full view of his large tanned back, tensing at his compressed movements. With the bar on his shoulders, he does some repetitive squats and the veins of his streaky arms throb at every crouching position. A few drops of sweat are glistening on his spine till they disappear in his grey joggings pants. I try to catch my breath because I'm suffocating due to too much hotness. That guy is too peachy. Oh, what am I doing? It's like I'm stalking him. Stop this Hayat! Shaking my head to snap out of those thoughts, I take a deep breath to gather courage and finally call him in a loud tone, "Eren!"

Ryker. Dead eyes glowing, grin already splitting his face like he’d won the lottery. I blinked once, twice, and then smiled a wide, sweet smile innocent enough to rot teeth. “Hi, Ryker,” I chirped, voice sugar over razor blades. “Nice catch. Molto eroico(hero). Ten out of ten, would fall again.” He stared for a beat, chest heaving against mine and then he threw his head back and laughed loudly unrestrained, and absolutely fucking unhinged, the sound bouncing off stone walls.

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.

"Someone from high in the chain told me to get you and them and to deal with the infestation. You guys are like crumb snatching roaches." "Miller, you got in bed with an angel in disguise. She sold you up the stream for her position and you're not the only one." I felt his boot travel to my Adam's apple. I stilled knowing this combat soldier could crush my trachea instantly. 'Play it cool Reece, you've got a son.' I thought to myself, the extracurricular activities didn't have to end with me being killed off. Keeping my left hand, which is my dominant hand flat on the ground, I grabbed his ankle with my right hand.

I was going to take out Bailey's death on every member of Zane's pack and the goddess be gracious if I stumbled on Zane. With fury and hate in my eyes and and heart, I charged through the ranks and destroyed every memeber of Blemish that came my way. Recce fought bravely by my side and we took down a pair of black coated wolves. Recce bit one's head and I broke his cervical bone and anyone within a meter from me could hear them snap like tooth picks in my gasp.

Visions flashed: *pinning her against silk sheets, her gasps mingling with pleas, my hands mapping every curve until she arched under me, begging for the release only I could give. Fuck. I shoved it down, hard. A bonus, maybe, if the pieces fell that way. A sweet aftertaste to victory. But not the play. Not yet. Focus on the board, Zacian. Scare Dom back into line, watch him fold. My phone buzzed on the marble counter, shattering the haze. Ryker's name lit the screen. He was my right hand, built like a muscular tank yet lithe and agile enough to vanish in a fight. The one guy who could crack a smile in a bloodbath without losing an ounce of edge.