Mass Effect Fanfiction Reaper Oc Novels & Stories

“You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.” In a flash, the Reaper closed the distance. One cold hand touched Clark’s chest. Clark gasped. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. His body jerked once—twice—and then fell to the floor, lifeless. Silence. The Reaper turned to me. Blood rushed in my ears, too loud to hear whatever he said—if he said anything at all. My body gave in to the darkness. And I collapsed. Cullen’s POV The man’s body dropped like a stone. Soul ripped. Breath silenced.

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.

"The Reaper comment was deliberate. She knows that's the variable that changes your calculation." "Does it change it?" Phoenix asked me. Honestly. I asked myself that honestly. Reaper was in the next building sleeping with an irregular heart rhythm and six months on his timeline if we were fortunate. If Helena Varro had research that was relevant to enhancement deterioration. If there was any possibility at all that it was real. "Yes," I said. "It changes it." "It could be fabricated," Phoenix said. "She says she has research. She may have nothing. She may be using it to get you into a room."

The old world was dying, its systems collapsing under the weight of its own greed, leaving nothing but the raw, unvarnished truth of the road. I resting my hand over my stomach, feeling the steady, calm rhythm of my own breath. We weren't a project anymore. We weren't a corporate investment. We were the anarchy that had survived the harvest, and as the first thunder of the incoming mountain battle began to echo through the valley, I knew the Queen wasn't going to hide behind the stone for long. The Reaper was in the shadows, but the Montague name was already written in the iron of the gates, and we were going to make sure the dark learned exactly who owned the dawn.

And someone help me, I want him right back. A ripple moves through the crowd. Whispers erupt, then grow louder. Heads turn. Fingers point. The Reapers in the stands exchange knowing grins and low, appreciative whistles. Even some of the Varkas look stunned, their cheers faltering as they watch the unmistakable heat sparking between the Reaper heir and the girl they once tormented. A few of the women from my old kingdom fan themselves dramatically, murmuring behind their hands. Cassian Thorne is looking at me like he's already won. How does he do it? Make me so weak. I'm not the only one he's doing it to. Many of the women are staring at him with desire and he wasn't even looking at them.

“Of course I did, and he wasn’t the first. What do expect from someone who never wanted this in the first place? Once I started sending those messages I realized that I could mold this world into what I want, a world of misery. I will not be the only one who hates life. Everyone has to suffer. If the women are put down then they suffer and the men will suffer from never being loved by the women they think they own.” The sad part in all of this is that this could have all been avoided if a woman weren’t forced into mating. Eric shakes his head knowing that he is partly to blame for all this. Caroline was forced into something that she didn’t and instead of making the best out of the situation

Shifting his hands, he built up momentum for a deadlier strike. "Dance Of the Corpse Emperor." Ren said calmly. He swiped his fan and walked away with Two and Mei. 'What is it Reap?' Reap System: I have a very unique quest for you. "What was that?" An Inheriting Disciple asked. He then felt a chill run down his spine. "Brrr that is cold." "Ahh, I am cold to." Another Disciple said. "Eeep!" He jumped in fear turning around. But no one was there. 'I know I felt something just now.'

“Is this going to be a running thing? You being old means you sleep all the time now and won’t fuck me for an entire day?” “Maybe.” “That’s not what you’re supposed to say!” There it was. A hint of a smile. From Decker Kane, the Reaper king! I tried to sit up but he held me down. His hand was already on my back, making the same circles he always did when he wanted me to fall asleep. “Stay here.” “Sure your dick can handle being hard as hell just because you want me here while you ‘sleep’?” “You’re warm.” He sounded fuzzy, his heartbeat slow and steady. “And holding you seems to take the nightmares away. You also smell nice. And you’re soft,”

“She’s the end because she destroys you.” My pulse stopped. My breath froze. Reaper smiled. “That’s why I need her alive.” Behind me, Maya choked on a sob. Reaper’s eyes softened — not with pity, but with recognition. “Hello, Maya,” he said quietly. “It’s been a long time.” My blood ran cold. Maya’s voice broke. “I don’t know you.” Reaper’s smile faded. “Yes,” he said. “You do.” I stepped between them fully, blocking his view of her.

“Breathe on my Dora, and you’ll be walking with a limp for the rest of your life. I’ll make sure of it. You’ve seen what happens to people who cross me. I’ll unleash a hell-storm that’ll make your life a living nightmare. I’ll make you sleep with the fishes, six feet under, and no one will ever find your body. You’ll be trapped in your own personal hell, reliving the worst moments of your life on repeat. Your life would shatter, you’ll be left a shell of a man, begging for the sweet release of oblivion, and I’ll be the one controlling the remote… don’t even do as little as winking at her, because that would cost you your sight.” Umbra chuckles, at the other side of the room, as if everything