Mccree X Reaper Novels & Stories

Only then did the pain seem to register as his scream echoed through the hospital. Meanwhile, Magnolia expressionlessly cut free the kidney that had slipped out as warm blood splashed across her face. "Magnolia, are you insane?! You're the one who hurt Kayden! What is hurting me supposed to change?!" Quinton screamed. Magnolia ignored him and drew the scalpel farther across his body. Before long, his organs were scattered across the floor. By the time anyone looked down the hallway outside the morgue, all they could see was a thick, sticky sheet of red.

Looking at their faces, so like his own and so like their mother’s, would only haunt him when he delivered the killing blow. A blow that would cut out his own heart. He’d finally, well and truly, be the dead man that he saw in half the eyes of those in the pack. Those who had lost families and loved ones. Those who had nothing left to live for. “Mate or not,” he said in a tone so cold and emotionless that it chilled even him, “you’re leaving. You’re not cut out for being here.” Prairie Rose stumbled back. The naked hurt in her eyes bit at him far more savagely than anything he’d suffered the night before. “You’re rejecting me?”

*** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots. "Fix your guns!" Mrs Smith ordered and they all picked their guns and started arranging it. When they were done, they got it ready to shoot at all the fruits tied high up in front of them. "If you miss the fruit in front of you, no more mission for you!" Mrs Smith said. "Now shoot!" She commanded. They all raised their guns, aimed at the fruits and shot at the fruits at the same time. Skyler's bullet hit the wall and didn't touch his fruit.

Fallon POV Over the next few weeks, Ryan and I were together to improve my reaping skills, Libby helped with my magic, and Alpha Mayhem helped with my wolf training. By the end of the month, I am ready to take on my role as the reaper of the supernatural community, and the most important thing I need to do is kill Umbra. It is all I can think about it. Killing Umbra consumes my mind and my body and infects every part of my life.

a rogue faction of the original tribe who had rejected the resonance ten thousand years ago to embrace the vacuum of the deep reach. The Reapers were a terrifying inversion of the Silver Crest evolution. Their skin was a dull, matte black that seemed to suck the light out of the binary suns, and their eyes were pits of absolute white, devoid of the gold ring of the healer or the silver flash of the king. They didn't carry staves of light; they carried "Abyssal Scythes," jagged weapons of void-steel that hummed with a frequency designed to drain the resonance from any living thing. "The harvest is here," the lead Reaper hissed, his voice a discordant harmony that vibrated painfully in our mar

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.

Grim growled, shocking us both. "I can't be a human and Ayira can't be a reaper," Deagon snapped angrily. I crossed my arms and huffed. "Why can't I be a reaper Deagon, Mizette is fine being one and we can't be mates unless I'm a reaper like you," I mumbled back. Grim was grinning happily and nodded his head. Deagon looked pissed and wouldn't look at me at all. I headed towards him and stood in front of him.

The players eyes widened in terror, as the three figures emerged from the shadows. Medusa stood tall, her hair writhing like snakes, each strand tipped with venomous fangs. Her eyes glowed like embers, piercing through the darkness. A stone-like mask covered her face, except for her full, crimson lips, curved into a wicked smile. The Reaper loomed beside her, his presence like a shadow cast over the land. His eyes were empty sockets, his skin gray and decaying. A black hood covered his face, and his tattered cloak billowed behind him. His blood streaked soulcutter was held firmly to his chest as though passing a silent warning.

“... and that is for my daughter and P.A... Anna. Finish the job.”‘Oh shit!’The mercenary shot the silent riffle. The swift bullet came through the window, shattering the glass and then... it pierces my forehead. ••••••RYAN The glass window shattered and his body fell to the ground with a loud thud. His blood gushed out from behind his head.Reece died with his eyes wide open. I crouched, staring at his lifeless face. My comm links beeped.“Job well done, Tiago*.”T/N:-Tiago is the mercenary who had just shot Reece.“Yes Boss. Falling out now.” He said.

The man had finally managed to produce a child and he wanted me to stand in a hall and applaud. "Small man," I said. "Large occasion." Gary said nothing. That was the correct response. My throne had been built on the bodies of my father and my brothers, taken in the year I turned twenty-four, held through five years of war that hadn't fully ended. I had killed more men than I could name. The packs called me The Reaper and stayed out of my borders and prayed their treaties held. The elders said Moon Godness herself had cursed me, no fated mate, no heir, no future beyond the violence I was good at.