Mccree X Reaper Novels & Stories

They came with their grief, their confusion, their memories returning in painful, overwhelming waves. A man who had been a Reaper stood before her, his mirrored helmet gone, revealing a young, scarred face. He didn’t speak. He just trembled, tears cutting clean paths through the grime on his cheeks. The memories of what he had done, what he had been, were crashing down on him.

Despite knowing that he is an assassin, his strength was very intriguing to him. "Falco Grant..." The guy looked at him and pointed at the pair of daggers dangling to his waist. "I'm an assassin!" Creed turned at bearded lancer this time, who was still stealing a glance at Maira. "My name is Colt Tucker! Primarily a scout!" "I see!" Creed turned to the curvaceous woman who had the second-best chakra control in the entire group. He knew her Chakra control was even better than Maira's. The moment their eyes met, a faint smile appeared on her face.

Bullets chewed through the plaster, sending chunks flying. “Stay here,” he ordered. “Like hell!” I yelled. But he was already moving. I watched, my heart in my throat, as The Reaper went to work. He moved like a nightmare, fast, brutal, and efficient. Two men fell before they even realized he was on them. The third managed to get off a shot, but Mikhail twisted at the last second, the bullet grazing his shoulder instead of his heart. Then his knife was in the man’s throat. The last attacker turned to run and ran straight into me.

Drawing a smile behind the façade of her excited and jumping soul, it slowly opens, as the death reapers appear, and immediately greet her. “Yo!” Wearing a smile that does not mean gladness, but more on a paid mission and necessary steps that he should take. The reaper that appears in front of her, who wears unusual clothes, yet rings the very world that reflected unto the original, and just like this world where she exists is playing the same game that no one of them could ever escape from but holds the difference and uncanny ways than theirs. He wears a mask that somehow imitates a mummy, yet not and the scythe that shines with its material that is made from gold, silver, gems, and bronze.

The dagger rose again and the screen went black. We sat there in horrified silence, then Caelum broke it, “replay the last scene.” Dane clicked on the keyboard and the scene replayed, the killer lifted the dagger again. Caelum leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes narrowing. “Pause it there.” Dane froze the image, we all leaned forward, trying to see what Caelum had. “Oh, I see it now. How could we have missed it?” Robin muttered, the others murmured their assent.

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.

“I see them, don’t worry, we have a reception committee waiting for them at the Reiver border, we will out -number them and out-muscle them if we have to.” Brother Andrew just nodded nervously, he would rather it didn’t come to a fight, the Templars had been a peaceful pack for hundreds of years and that was something he didn’t want to change, the Reivers were a different matter however. ”Thank you, I have every faith in you. We owe Alpha Armstrong a great debt for the Reiver’s help in this operation. What’s your name son?” “My name is Camron Kerr, those are my Clansmen driving the other cars and we will do our best to get you on to Reiver territory in one piece I promise.”

Reaper The sound of a fist crunching against bone echoed in the storage room, a gross, wet thump against the bare concrete walls. “Please… Reaper… I.. I swear, I didn't know it…” I didn't respond. Instead, I adjusted the big silver ring I always wore on my right hand and swung again, hitting Ricky hard. He was just some low-level guy who ran drugs for us and he had been stealing a bit regularly from the fentanyl shipments. He dropped to the floor, spitting out blood onto the stained floor.

He managed to grab onto the edge of the rocky surface, clinging for dear life. I grabbed his hand and started pulling up. We all grabbed a part of his body, hauling him up when a gust of wind hit us and knocked us back. I couldn’t hold my grip on him and I heard his scream as he plummeted. I closed my eyes. Unable to comprehend what the hell just happened. “What was that?” Joel roared at Gabriel. “Now, now, settle down. There were simply too many of you. Be prepared. At the end, there can only be one.” He said with a large, creepy smile.