Mass Effect Fanfiction Reaper Oc Novels & Stories

Her expression instantly changed. Wait... Isn't this.... The memory surfaced immediately. The Total Annihilation Mission. The same mission Darren had spoken about from his previous life. The mission where an entire team had been wiped out without leaving behind a single survivor. A cold chill ran down Ivy's spine. As the sounds of gunfire and monstrous growls echoed through the facility, she swallowed hard. "This really is that mission..."

Declan and I obviously had several arguments over the years I was married to him, and we usually were at each other's necks. However, this wasn't Declan. This was Cassian. The same man that had Declan scared and tucking his tail between his legs just so that Cassian didn't slaughter everyone he cared about. And the moment those words slipped out of my mouth, I watched as the Reaper's face suddenly twisted. There was an instant vein that appeared at his temples, and I most certainly noticed the way his jaw muscles tightened as he pressed his teeth together. I could've delivered that message better.

When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to one week before the Gamma selection. I found myself in Beta Richard's home. He patted my shoulder, his eyes full of encouragement and admiration: "My granddaughter doesn't compare to you. You're the most skilled elixir brewer in our pack." Coming back to consciousness from the agony of being literally corroded to death by silver, I felt a jolt of terror. A mix of emotions flooded through me, and my eyes instantly welled up with tears. I had died once, yet was alive again. However, the memory of that near-death agony wouldn't fade away—it seemed etched into my very bones.

Sharp eyes, sharper tongue. “Thought you were dead,” she said flatly. “Disappointed I’m not?” Rafael replied. Kira smirked. “Only if it means less chaos.” Next was Lucien Marek, a hacker so infamous his name was whispered in both intelligence and mafia circles. His black nail polish gleamed as he offered Sophia a lopsided grin. “So you’re the woman who turned the Reaper into a man again.” Sophia raised a brow. “Depends on the day.”

The reaper shut down its forcefield opening its hatching resting in its back to fire explosive probs at them. “God I hate these things,” Lisa gru and firing at grunted. Lisa ignited herself with pink flames, talking off the probes one by one. Will Lisa kept herself busy, a second reaper spider smashed through the other side of the cavern, right behind the civilians. “You gotta be kidding me,” frightstar complained. Frightstar charged his body with his red orange telekinic auroa and jetted at the spider. The reaper expelled a blue plasma beam directed at the crowed while frightstar swooped toward the beam, talking the full hit of the blast.

“We get back the same way we will when we’re done exploring. I’ll save the demonstration for stepping into existence in your spirit form for another time, but you will need to be able to do it. Lots of times, Reapers approach their prey this way if they are marked, so it carries over into the unmarked from time to time as well, though they will often collect unmarked souls while they’re in a dream state because it’s easier that way, and it looks more like the person died peacefully in their sleep.” Ru was confused. Once again it was a lot of information to digest. “I’m gonna need you to go over that again sometime when I’m not so distracted by how beautiful everything is.” A crooked smile sp

"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

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

I refuse to become attracted to a female. "I'm a reaper, I don't feel for anyone or anything, I'm neutral in all things," I growl low and drain the glass, repeating the reaper oath in my mind. I slammed the glass down on the table and headed to my bedroom to shower and change. I glanced at the clock in my room as I towel dried my hair. It was still early, only eight in the morning. I wonder if I could see Ayira. I'm sure the coroner was already there retrieving her sister's body. Probably not a good time to visit, I thought and decided to only observe the residence. I dressed like I always do, black suit, black leather shoes. I straightened my tie, grabbed my black fedora and headed back out

As expected, it takes a lot of explaining to make him understand why a human female is attracted to the hero and not the villain. To fulfill my other duties as Wampus Cat reaper, I’m taught to stand in the middle of the office and access the control console, also known as Hell’s Helm, which rises from the floor on demand like Septimus’s ash tray. Via Hell’s Helm, I’m able to mentally project myself {into} the screens. As it turns out, reapers never really appear in flesh and blood in the human realm. In fact, extended stays on the surface world is fatal to us.