Novel & Cerita Mass Effect Fanfiction Reaper Oc

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.”

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.

she smiled coldly. “I just went out to get some air.” I said looking her dead in the eyes. Before my rebirth, I didn't dare look her in the eyes when she spoke. I used to think that one day… one day, she'd warm up to me if I kept being a good girl–but now? Everything's different. “Some air, huh? You're grounded!”

He held his hands, attempting to help him up, but Arram flung his hand away. “Stay away from me!” Arram roared. “I am sorry, but I have to do this,” Martius let out. He held Arram tightly and placed his hand on his chest, passing him some of his energy. After passing him energy, Martius took a step back and Arram panted heavily for a few seconds. Martius hung his hand across his back and bent his neck. “I’m sorry, my lord,” he apologized. “It’s dangerous to go after the reaper,” Martius explained. “If you follow the reaper through his tornado, your soul will be cursed and you won’t make it to hereafter neither can come back to the world,”

“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

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

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.

had to see my own flushed face, my tear-streaked cheeks, and his massive body behind me “Look at yourself,” he ordered “Look at the last Crown daughter about to get her womb pumped full of superior seed.” I stared at our reflection trembling Reaper’s eyes met mine in the glass. His lips curled into a savage smile. “Now the real fun starts.” “Fuck… you’re splitting me,” I hissed, “That’s the idea,” Reaper rumbled. His free hand roamed again. His rough fingers traced my back then slid around to cup my breasts. He kneaded them and hit at my nipples until they were swollen and aching.