Mass Effect Fanfiction Reaper Oc Novels & Stories

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

The Reaper hissed angrily. Then Rena suddenly appeared and run towards the wall and kicked it, sending herself flying towards the Reaper. Rena back flipped in mid air and slashed the dagger into the Reaper's head and landed on the ground like a feather. The monster cried and it vanished into shadows and back to the abyss. She killed it. With a breath, Rena stood up and smiled at Serra. "Killing Reapers would be my new hobby now" Rena said, panting. Then they both laughed.

He swallowed harshly and picked up his journal which had slipped off his hands and dashed out of the class. I suddenly felt terrible like I had betrayed him. My heart wrenched in agony and I quickly disengaged myself from Otis like his body was suddenly larva. "Narek Wait!" I yelled and ran after him, not minding the attention I dragged to myself. It seemed like my body system suddenly changed overnight. My senses were sharp and my pace fast, guess it is a credit to the mate bond I now share with an Alpha Lycan. I soon caught up with Narek just before he would go the way that led to the temple,

Until Death-chapter 26 Theme: Surprised or Shocked, part 2 "How is that possible?" I asked no one in particular, my mouth still open in incredulity as the scene in front of me unfurled itself. Surprise is the military soldier's transformation that just turned into a reaper's warrior. The second is Ryan, so he was the reaper's leader all this time. That means he killed both my foster and biological dad. Lastly, my team.

Hunter stood there, stunned and heartbroken, as the weight of Lin's decision sank in. The Reaper, reveling in the chaos he had sown, continued to taunt them. “Well, isn’t this just a delightful turn of events?” The Reaper gloated, circling around the couple. “A rejected mate and a broken duo. I must say, I didn’t expect this level of drama when I decided to confront you two.” Hunter, struggling to process the abrupt end to their bond, glared at The Reaper with a mix of anger and pain. Lin, on the other hand, tried to maintain a stoic facade, but her eyes betrayed a sense of regret and sorrow.

Apparently, they now traveled in small packs when dealing with shifter deaths because Fenrir had killed one years ago who had tried to drag Lydia’s soul to Hell. My gaze dropped to their scythes. Reapers were low-level angels, one level below the foot soldiers they used as cannon fodder during battles. The only dangerous things about them were their weapons. “I told you we’d encounter the illegal psychopomps,” the male reaper said to his female companion. “If they’re not haunting wolf-shifter deaths, they’re infiltrating the Fifth Faction and stealing souls.” I rolled my eyes, even though his assessment of us was accurate. “Let’s be respectful of the recently bereaved and settle our differen

"At this point, I really don't know how to repay you. Have you thought about what you want?" A teasing smile played on his lips. "Actually, there is something—something only you can give me." He leaned in, whispering in my ear. I couldn't help but laugh. "Fine." On our way back after I repaid Ace, we ran into Oliver. The moment he saw us, arms linked, his face drained of color. "I heard you submitted a marriage application to the base." His intel was decent but still a step behind—because just moments ago, our application had been approved.

Then I grabbed the Ducati keys from the hall table so hard they cut into my palm. I headed toward the elevator with murder in my bloodstream and fire in my lungs. Richard had tried to kill her. Aaron had hidden her from me. But both of them had forgotten one critical thing. One fatal thing. I wasn’t a corporate prince. I wasn’t a politician. I wasn’t civilized. I was a Reaper. And Reapers did not let go of what belonged to them.

"With what? Another name? What do you give up next? Your ability to drive? Your ability to speak?" Cale turned off the tap. He stood with his back to Elion, hands gripping the edge of the porcelain sink. "If it keeps you breathing," Cale whispered, "I will give it up." "I don't want you to be a husk, Cale." "Better a husk than a widower." Cale turned around. He dried his hands on a towel. "We are staying," Cale stated. It wasn't a suggestion. It was the Reaper speaking. Definitive. Absolute. "The outside world has too many variables. Here, I can control the environment."

I scrambled away, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. The water-Reaper took a step onto the bank, its form solidifying as it left the river, becoming a figure of sculpted darkness, its surface shimmering with trapped moonlight and crawling filaments of black-gold code. It didn’t look at me. It looked at Marcus. >Asset: Marcus. Designation: Infected. Protocol: Reaper. Directive: Assume control. Marcus stood his ground, his head cocked. “Directive conflict. Primary target: Thorn.” >Thorn is mine, the water-Reaper intoned, its voice the sound of a rushing river and grinding stone. >You are recalled.