Mass Effect Fanfiction Reaper Oc Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

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.

"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.''

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.