Mass Effect Fanfiction Reaper Oc Novels & Stories

OCEAN It's so good, she taste so fucking good, I couldn't resist myself, I know that she's the newbie, Maxine is probably gonna hate me for this but I found myself thirsty for her blood, I want her, and I'm gonna keep her. I instantly pulled away and switch from reaper mode before I kill her. I held her as she limp to the ground, I place her head on my lap, biting my wrist and making her drink my blood so she could heal.

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.”

It was you. His jaw crooked in a rueful grin. The solace was immaculate. Rains came and flooded my soul. For the longest time, I was alone. I journeyed in dreams and shadow, through the valley of the damned, looking for a place you could be born. I walked and walked, until I could walk no more, constantly dreaming of you. When it was time to plant, I did. And now? I am the Reaper. “And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?”

He stroked my hand with his thumb. “The bringers of death?” I suggested. “The Delazar’s thrive on war. Their leader loves chaos and power. Delazar believes the weak should be killed.” He paused, with a grim look on his face, and I thought back to what Sam said about his brother, then he continued, “Reaper is the name he gave our clan because we are the bringers of death.” “Have you… brought death to anyone?” I wanted his answer to be no but a part of me wondered and I had to know.

he whispered, hands framing my face, “you are the best thing that ever happened to me. From the moment I took you from that apartment, you changed everything.” I kissed him deeply, pouring every emotion into it. The kiss turned heated, desperate. He took me right there against the cold stone, slow and intense, the snow contrasting with the fire between us. We came together under the stars, whispering vows and promises for the future. Dawn brought the beginning of the end. The original Project Reaper facility was a tomb of concrete and forgotten horrors. Our forces hit hard and fast. Damien led the charge while I stayed back with the children in a secured command post, Elena at my side.

"Not just mates. Not just lovers. A weapon. A system. A defense against the impossible." "Exactly." The Reaper confirms. "Your father chose revenge over sanity. You choose love over everything. That's your advantage. That's your power. That's how you win. He fights alone. You fight together. He's motivated by hate. You're motivated by love. And love, Aurora, is stronger than death. Always has been. Always will be." "When do we start?" I ask. "Now." The Reaper raises her hand. The foundation dissolves. Reality shifts. Suddenly we're somewhere else. Somewhere dark. Somewhere between worlds. Somewhere that exists only in death's domain.

Opened the back door. Reaper stepped out. Suit and tie. Looked like he was going to church not a payoff. He walked to the pavilion. Sat down next to Marcus. Across from Dominic. Started talking. Maya's heart was pounding. This was it. The moment. Take the shot. End it. She put her eye to the scope. Found Reaper's head. Center mass would be safer but headshot meant instant. No chance to shoot back. Breathe. Squeeze. Don't pull.

Jeric said annoyingly to the alpha who's in front of him. "Just relax, Jeric. Let me speak first and I will repeat what I said earlier," Mondrei continued with the intention of annoying Jeric even more. "I'm here for the omega who's already mated for me." "Are you kidding me, Mondrei? You just entered here in our camp without permission. And now you're claiming that one of the omegas here belongs to you. I think you're dreaming, Mondrei. You have to wake up now. Or do you want me to wake you up?" Jeric said, still annoyed and he even raised his voice as he glared at Mondrei.

"They’re coordinated. The Russians have provided satellite overwatch. They know exactly where we are." We burst into the hallway. The air was thick with the smell of cordite and blood. I saw the first of the Reapers—men who had been twisted by a raw, unstable version of the Rose. Their skin was grey, their eyes weeping a dark, viscous fluid. They didn't feel pain. They didn't feel fear. They only knew the hunger for the Catalyst.

My fingers passed right through the metal as if I were made of smoke. *“Help… me…”* The voice in my head was louder now. It was Caspian. The Reaped version of my friend was still kneeling on the catwalk. The silver wires at his mouth had snapped, and his jaw hung loose. He wasn't attacking anymore. The "Reality Leak" I had triggered was interfering with his programming. The violet circuits in his eyes were flickering, turning a dull, painful red. *“Kaima… kill… me… before… I… finish… it…”* Caspian’s thoughts were jagged, like broken glass.