Mass Effect Fanfiction Reaper Oc Novels & Stories

ELARA’S P.O.V. A cold chill slid down my spine like the metal tip of a blade as the messenger lifted a hand dismissively, and the creature behind him lowered its head as if obeying a master. He controlled shadows…. He was a reaper. My lips parted in shock as terror consumed me. I had never crossed a real reaper until Lucien, and now I had met two. If they were real and there was a force of them, then I had to wonder what else was out there.

It struck the ground a dozen feet in front of them. Where the beam hit, the scrubby grass, the tough little weeds, the hardy insects, everything simply… turned grey. Not dead. It was still standing, but all color, all vitality, was instantly leeched from it. It became a perfect, static sculpture of its former self, frozen in a moment of absolute apathy. A Reaper. That's what the Overseer had written. Deploy Reapers to sanitize the sector. Their weapon didn't kill. It preserved in a state of non-life. It was the ultimate expression of the Grey Sorrow's philosophy.

I moved to his left, dropping to one knee and tracking the second pair of Reapers. ​I didn't think about the humanity of the men in the black gear. I thought about the ledger. I thought about the cage. I thought about Julian Vane’s smug, entitled face. I squeezed the trigger, the recoil vibrating through my shoulder as the first Reaper went down, his rifle clattering against the marble floor. ​"Move! To the Enlightenment Gallery!" Malakai shouted, grabbing my hand as we sprinted through the crossfire.

The memories I had deliberately buried came crashing back like a tidal wave. My face drained of all color in an instant. In my previous life, I had lived in despair under the control of this demon. Luca loved the sight of women’s blood and the sound of their painful moans. He delighted in absolute submission. Even a wife was nothing more than a toy to him. On our wedding night in my previous life, he beat me until my body was covered in wounds. When I finally managed to escape back home, I had cried and begged my father for help.

Every heartbeat of this new Thalia, every shallow breath she draws today, is paid for with the constant, searing agony that crawls up my spine through this cursed mark. ​Perhaps to Thalia this is merely her second life, but I have been reborn three times—and finally, in this third cycle, I have her. I orchestrated her death in the second life so she could be reborn in conditions I could control. I manipulated every thread of her fate until she was cornered, until she had absolutely no escape but into my arms. It was cruel, yes. I know. ​But every second of the pain I feel in my spine is a bargain, a small price to pay to see her breathe once more.

And I saw terror take over his expression. “Let go of me! I'm not Mara!” I grunted. “My name is Maya, and I'm from Valtaria. Elenore pushed me off the damned stairs. She found out!” He looked at me like I was hysterical, the same expression one would have if a loved one had gone cuckoo. Luckily, I didn't know him or gave a fuck what he thought of me. I waved a dismissive hand. “You know what? Call the Alpha! Just call him, and he'll know who I am, this isn't—”

Chapter 8 – Luna Training Begins Ariana’s POV The courtyard still smelled faintly of blood when dawn bled across the sky. I hadn’t slept not really. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw claws ripping, teeth flashing, my own hands slick with crimson. And Kael’s eyes. Saints help me, those eyes would haunt me forever.

All of the memories I despised and keep hidden resurfaced once more like tidal waves in an endless sea. 'Do I truly despise them or am I just tricking myself into believing that?' I tried looking up at the stars but I could only think of his face. Those Sapphire-like eyes glowed majestically as if enchanting me to look deep inside. We share the same eye color but I can't get enough whenever I see them. It was addictive. His breath is on my skin whenever he speaks closer to me. I remember it as if it was only yesterday. My Omega whimpers in melancholy as she recollects everything about her Alpha.

LYLA POV Reaper came storming into the living room of our cabin with lethal energy rolling off of him. I looked up from my book and raised an eyebrow. He was drenched from the rain that was now pouring buckets outside. “What is it?” I let out in an annoyed tone. “Oh, don’t you dare use that tone with me Lyla,” Reaper scolded. I rolled my eyes. “Or what?” In inhumane speed, Reaper threw out his hand and wrapped it around my throat before picking my up off the chair by my throat.

I chuckle and close my eyes, "We're in the enemy's circle. It's perfectly thought out; no one gets out of here alive, not even the humans." "So what now?" Once he stops pacing back and forth, Wasp sits next to me and patiently awaits an answer. He might be silent, but his gaze almost burns the side of my face. "Now we wait for flea carpets to come here and tear us to pieces." The statement leaves my lips as if it were the most natural thing to say. In reality, saying that doesn't put me at ease- I didn't get a chance to say goodbye to Ocean or see her, and if I die tonight, the last time she saw me would be the one I was responsible for her injury.