Mass Effect Fanfiction Reaper Oc Mga Nobela at Kwento

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

"Silas, fight it!" "He isn't fighting anymore, darling," my mother said, stepping onto the first stair. "He’s becoming part of something greater. And you... you are the final piece. The Grey Flame is the bridge between the organic and the digital. With you at the center, the Reapers won't just harvest Earth. They will *become* Earth."

Reaper apologises to me, half laughing. Once he is unblocked, it takes a few moments to find him. His head is busy, a mess and I can hear him shouting at something or someone. It was like I had stepped into someones messy garage. Everything was so jumbled and chaotic, not at all like the Lucian that I thought I knew! "Is this what my head looks like?" I ask Reaper but she doesn't answer. I guess that I am on my own. “What are you doing?” he roars at me as he realises whats happening.

Liam raised his saddened gaze to Saraid’s adamant stare and a small grin adorned his face as he shook his head. “Of that I have no doubt that you would try, but Reaper I fear may be too strong to ignore. He has had a millennium to sharpen his skills and I fear I may just lose you to him. All of us could lose you to him.” Saraid felt a combination of fear and anger. She was afraid of what she felt and how helpless she was when faced with Reaper, but she was angry with Liam for not trusting their relationship enough to believe that she could withstand him. It was after all her thoughts of Liam, Treasa, and the others that brought her back from Purgatory and Reapers hold.

"These creatures have no souls, the poison that has been embedded into his bloodstream can not be reversed. He will die a slow death and he will suffer greatly." "No! There has to be a way," Mira cried out, "This can't be the end for him." She refused to believe the Alpha King. "You are a healer?" "I am." He stated firmly. "So heal him." "I'm sorry, but there are certain things more powerful than I am, and this is one of them. He was attacked by an Orakcilar, which in English is called a Reaper Of Death." "If he can not be saved, then what are we meant to do? Just wait until he dies?" She sneered, wiping the angry tears that tarnished her complexion with sorrow and disbelief.

"Throw her down, Raziel! Toss her off! I'll catch her in my teeth!" The Sphinx paces furiously at the base of the wall, roaring into the night air. "Absolutely not!" I yell over the rushing wind. Raziel twists violently in the air, trying to shake me off like a dog shaking off a flea. But I am a Reaper. I stick to his interlocking wheels like superglue. I pull myself up, crawling over his sacred rings until I am face-to-face—or rather, face-to-giant-glowing-eyeball—with his central core.

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.