Mass Effect Fanfiction Reaper Oc Novels & Stories

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.

"The High Council has designated this territory a 'Resource Reclamation Zone.' All biological assets are to be processed. Resistance will result in immediate termination." ​"This is my home, not a resource," Rhea spat, her daggers ready. ​"Correction," the Reaper said, its arm shifting with a mechanical whir into a spinning saw-blade of silvered steel. "It is a laboratory that has overstayed its usefulness." ​The fight was unlike anything the Silver Bane had ever experienced. The Reaper didn't feel pain, and it didn't tire. When Marcus lunged, the machine simply swatted him aside with enough force to crack his ribs. Sela’s arrows bounced off the blackened iron as if they were toothpicks.

“Don’t you talk about my family.” “They’ll die, Gabriel, just like my mother and father. Just like thousands of mothers and fathers. Every animal and plant will be decimated. Rivers and oceans will dry up. Forests will disappear. If the Reapers are allowed to rise and stay here, nothing will be left but a barren wasteland. I’ve seen it.” He stared out into the forest. There were no words left to say. All he knew of the Reapers were some paintings on a wall and a vision shown to him by a vampire, probably the same one that ended his human life. How could he trust that? How could he just believe?

“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.”

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

"Real way. Not a System trick, not a quest reward with hidden conditions. A genuine opening. Apparently the rules around reincarnation have flexibility the System never mentioned, or possibly the world becoming fully real changed the parameters. I'm still unclear on the technical details." The table went quiet in the particular way it did when everyone understood that something significant had just been said and no one was quite ready to respond to it. "When?" Adrian asked. "Two weeks." Cassian set down his glass with careful precision, which was always a sign that he was exercising significant restraint. "You're telling us two weeks before." "I'm telling you now," Aria said, "which is earli

The betrayal cut deep into Ronan’s past. Ryan started pacing slowly around Ara’s chair, his boots clicking on the polished floor. He stopped right beside her, leaned down close enough that she could smell his familiar cologne. His fingers brushed her cheek gently before he whispered against her ear. “Did you really think you could outrun me, babe? I’m always one step ahead. I know the timeline. I know the script.” Ara jerked her face away, eyes burning with hatred. “What do you even want from this, Ryan? If the apocalypse starts, everything burns. The world ends. What’s the point?”

She was assaulted and ended up pregnant because of it. "Brenda has been so consumed by guilt that she's tried to take her life multiple times. And it's all thanks to your daughter." Pinned flat against the floor, I couldn't move an inch. All I could hear from the phone speaker was Robert's breathing, growing dangerously heavy and shallow. I thrashed wildly, desperate to claw my way back to the phone, but the guard only pressed his weight harder into my spine. I could only emit muffled, panicked cries against his palm.

Previously, moments like these would have stung; I was his Luna, the one who was supposed to be by his side. But now, there was nothing left for him in my heart but ash. How could I hold out hope for a man who had already led me to my death once? I went to the archives alone. Using moon-glow ink, I signed my name on the Mate Rejection Agreement I had prepared. When I took the document to Damien's office and pushed open the door, I froze. Damien was lying with his head in Lyra's lap while she gently massaged his temples with her slender fingers. They both looked utterly content.

Austen stood guard anxiously outside the ward, telling me to call him immediately if anything was wrong. I knew he had natural hostility towards Gilbert. But I didn’t want him to know that I was actually a reborn person. Meeting Gilbert’s cold gaze, I smiled calmly: “Brother, I know you’ve been reborn too.” “In this new life, I’ve left you as you wished. To erase the child that you truly hated, I even almost lost my life.” “What else do you want? I won’t tell anyone about what happened that night. It’s ends here.”