Mass Effect Fanfiction Reaper Oc Novels & Stories

His twisted face overlapped with the memory of him staring coldly at me as I lay paralyzed in my previous life. I suddenly stopped struggling. Gathering all my strength, I raised my free hand and delivered a sharp, resounding slap across Zachary's face. He froze, and his grip on my wrist loosened unconsciously. The air seemed to freeze. I shook his hand off and spoke to him clearly, word by word. "Zachary, this slap is meant to wake you up. Look at yourself. You look like a madman! The Zachary I once loved died a long time ago—the moment you humiliated me for Vivian.

Standing tall in the uniform, the youngest packs Alpha in history. Eyes as cold as winter, beside him stood Rhea, Radiant, perfect and Victorious. Ronan stared at the screen like it had punched a hole through his chest. Now, as an Omega, all his emotions are written on his face. “He looks, “ his voice fading. “Different.” I didn't answer because the man on that screen barely resembled the boy we had known. The warmth was gone, and the reckless grin and stubborn devotion had all been washed away. Rhea made my heart ache as I looked at her.

"I would also like to report her—Juliana Ziegler is a foreign spy from Rovimia!" Those around subconsciously took a few steps back.

But now that I had been reborn, everything she had done to me in my past life was still vivid in my mind. She had taken over my shelter and treated me like an animal. I could only eat whatever scraps they felt like giving me. The final image of her sitting on Tristan's lap as they drove me out was seared into my mind. But it didn't matter anymore. I was reborn. This time, I would be the one in control of the game.

"Don't ever touch me again." Kieran’s lips curled into a slow, twisted smirk. "You think this is over?" he murmured. "It is." He chuckled darkly. "No.. Omega. It isn't. This is just the beginning. I'll be back. And mind you, I’ll never accept your rejection." My heart squeezed. "You will be mine again. Whether you like it or not." Then he left. I stood there. Frozen. Shaken. As I walked back to the house, my legs shook. My body shook. Every part of me shook. The dread filled me with the realization that if I wasn't strong enough, Kieran would have marked me and would have owned me against my will.

I blamed you for what happened, for the life I lost. Camille gasped after hearing that. She grabbed a buzzer to get a doctor as it was clear something terrible was happening to Katherine, but her hand stopped in the middle of the move when she heard another word. - I was reborn.- Alpha whispered. Those words were challenging but also so refreshing. - The Moon Goddess brought me back, giving me the chance to fix my mistakes. And I was doing good, knowing your moves, I could prevent them. Camille was watching her with the wide-open eyes. Was this possible? Was Katherine brought back to life?

The reflection rippled like liquid, and for an instant she felt warmth — the living kind, sun-on-skin warmth. Then the image shattered. A piece of glass sliced her palm. The wound glowed faintly instead of bleeding. Behind her, a whisper stirred. “Curious little ghost.” Avery turned sharply. Another reaper stood at the edge of the grove, taller than the others she’d seen, his presence heavier, his armor black as the void between stars. His eyes burned silver — not unlike Kael’s, but colder. “Who are you?” Avery demanded. He smiled thinly. “Once, they called me Oren. Now, I am what remains when the Council forgets its own dead.”

The bone man followed my lead, exploring the world through my eyes. He looked at the lines on my hands, the swell of my breasts and legs. The sinews and tendons fascinated him. We walked barefoot together. He tasted the air with my lips. I've missed my heart, you know. His bones rattled, aching for life. The black shroud wrapped round us, and he formed himself from the wind. Will you dance with me? said the Reaper. “What are you?” I asked. Your companion. He looked at my hands, now his. They were bare bones. Maiden, you will never be rid of me.

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."