Mass Effect Fanfiction Reaper Oc Novels & Stories

I snarl at him. His eyes sweep over me to the rest. They’ve all stood up in guard, but that doesn’t seem to faze him at all. One thing that makes Reaper really dangerous is the fact that he was maniac. Sure, I am cold, but Reaper takes that to a whole new level. He is a sociopath and a psychopath, all wrapped in a pretty ugly and deadly bow. “I’m here to see, Ava. Why else do you think I would be here? To see your sorry ass?” he asks with a devious smirk.

The others two followed him suit as he violently ripped them apart too, obviously saving Aleya for the last. “Reaper, I command you to stop!” She shakily tried, her ruby red orbs staring up at him in utter horror, obviously to no use as he no longer possessed his precious grace, hence, he could no longer be controlled and with a painfully slow, torturing move, he dug his fingers deep inside her chest cavity, ripping out the place where her grace resided; a.k.a her heart, forcefully squishing it in his palm, her body also dispersing into nothingness shortly after. A loud rumble followed, the ground lightly shaking beneath us and the bright daylight slowly faded out, the once clear blue sky no

"I used to be a Weaver before I became a Reaper. Before, in my dreams, I always saw this angel that felt so close to me. I could see its face, but I didn't know its name. It constantly recurs in my dreams every night. I grew fond of that angel, and I think that's because I was a Weaver—as our blessings have something to do with emotions, maybe I couldn't use the blessings well that it controls me instead. "So, I decided to be re-classed. I also find Weaving a boresome task. I always see entities fall in love while I am lost, looking for that soul to complete me. So, I chose to be a Reaper, and maybe—just maybe, it could help me suppress my fantasies over that angel I had never met. And it wo

Reaper. I stared at the blood splattered across my white shirt in disgust. I'll probably throw it out. It's ruined now. I turned to face my victim with a sigh, ''Did I not...warn you not to make a mess?'' ''You fucking bastard!'' He yelled, blood flying out of his bloodied mouth. The blood landed on my pants this time. ''I hope you rot in hell. Fuck you! Fuck y-'' I yanked his head back by the hair and slowly raised a knife up to his eyeball. Trying to calm my breathing, I started to draw circles across his left eyelid with the knife. ''I told you...don't. Make. A. Mess.''

"If the core stops turning, we lose the gravity-well. We lose everything!" The Static-Reapers Arrive As the Earth began its fusion ignition, the Sink at the edge of the sector took notice. Out of the Absolute Zero, the Reapers appeared. They weren't ships. They were enormous, spindly needles of "Solid Cold"-beings resembling frozen lightning bolts. They didn't fire weapons; they simply floated toward the Earth, and wherever their shadow passed, all motion halted. Birds froze mid-air, falling like stones. The "Seed-Walkers" in the nurseries turned into emerald statues.

“We hunt.” A pause. “The Crimson Fang doesn’t wage war,” Rafael continued. “We bleed our enemies quietly.” His gaze hardened. “Bring me her head.” The chamber echoed with low, eager growls. ------------------- By the third day, Aurelia could barely stand. Maelrik circled her like a vulture. “Again.” She shook, muscles screaming. “You’re pushing too hard,” she rasped. He stopped. For a moment, she thought she’d reached him. Then he said, “That’s when death comes.”

How could a race like this exist on Earth at all? A closed-off Jayzepan had bred a group of utterly twisted, inhuman monsters. Without hesitation, Ray headed straight into the vast sea. After setting a direction, he advanced without deviation. Before nightfall, he successfully made landfall. Soon after, the sun set and thick fog rose. But Ray was completely unaffected. He moved through the darkness like a ghost. 'From this moment on, I am the Reaper of souls. Anyone who encounters me—good or evil, man or woman, old or young—will have only one fate.'

It starts out the size of a small round orange with thick black smoke swirling around at an incredible speed, growing bigger and bigger until it's about the height of 7 feet. He whirls on his heels and steps through it, his body vanishing from my sight. Matthias follows behind him, silently beaconing me to do the same. I hesitate. Knowing that if I step through, I hand over my freedom to him, becoming his captive for God knows how long. What is this isn't sorted out and I never get to go home? I end up in hell as the prisoner of a reaper whom I know nothing of. I shake my head and take a step back. I've known captivity before… And I refuse to be put back into another cage.

He says, turning his back to me and the door behind me opens and the other guy walks in. I look between them, but The Reaper has his back turned to me and I shake my head, trying to push away the tears that are pooling my eyes right now. I know I pushed my luck here. I shouldn’t be pushing his buttons, but he drove me mad. He is an insecure little boy.

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.