Mccree X Reaper Novels & Stories

Behind him, three Reapers descended, their movements jagged and unnatural. "Killian!" I screamed, running toward him. He pushed himself up, his breath a ragged rasp. "Sienna... get to the vault! The Elders... they’re right behind me!" I fired my Glock, dropping the lead Reaper with a shot to the throat, but the other two were already upon us. Killian engaged them with a primal roar, his blade a silver blur in the darkness. He wasn't just fighting; he was a hurricane of violence, fueled by a desperation that transcended the formula.

They pull out their swords, their bodies tense. One of the Silver Hunters swears and turns, running after Brynn, but the other two stay behind. “Now,” I whisper, and Alec and I climb out the window and down the tree. We haven’t even planned this out, but it feels so natural, so instinctive. Alec and I spread out and attack the two remaining Silver Hunters from opposite sides. I’m surprised by how easily I’m able to knock one of them to the ground. They fall flat against the earth, their helmet flying off. It’s a man, his eyes closed. He groans pathetically.

*** 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. "Skyler is off the mission!" She said sternly.

Or he is just waiting until Merigold comes back before he gives us shit. I'm about to get another cup of coffee when Viper, Alaric and I think River is his name come charging from the back office. " We got her." Viper yells. " Reaper's have her." Son of a bitch. They are a ruthless MC. They are our biggest rival. Always trying to claim our territory. Always starting shit in our businesses. " When do we go get her?" Ace asks.

My psychic ability must be heightened in this place because I instantly become aware of these three creatures, these… {reapers}. The first is Kera, the Spirit of Vengeance, responsible for conducting everyone who suffered a violent death. She’s a battle maiden in plate armor, with an ebony face and short, curly blonde hair. Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back.

Alpha Reese instructed. “Reese, you’re being totally unreasonable. How could Camden have known what the glass contained?” Gregor changed tactics. “A drink that was being brought to me to be tested. What other purpose would there be, Gregor? How could he not know it was important? Don't try to insult my intelligence. If it was important enough for Miranda to send him that text, then he knew it was important enough to cause an issue for her, but he didn’t care enough to ask why. But hey, even though you lost the treaty between us, there's still some good news. It looks like you’re going to gain three new pack members at Red Rock very soon. You just need to stay focused on the bright side, Greg

He says, turning his back to me and the door behind me opens and the other guy walks in. I look between them, but The Reaper has his back turned to me and I shake my head, trying to push away the tears that are pooling my eyes right now. I know I pushed my luck here. I shouldn’t be pushing his buttons, but he drove me mad. He is an insecure little boy.

Someone's hands were trying to tear my gun from my grip. One of them leaned close and snarled in my ear, “You’re dead, Maddox.” "Not before you are!" I roared and swung the butt of my gun up as hard as I could. It connected with one of the men's face with a sick crack. He collapsed off me, blood pouring from his nose. I rolled, came up on one knee and fired point blank into the second Reaper’s head. He dropped to the ground instantly. No time to think.

She stirred but didn’t wake. I went into the garage and pressed the hidden switch near the wall, and a section of the floor slid aside, revealing the stairwell to the hideout below. My old colors were there, a black leather jacket with the reaper’s emblem stitched on the back, and I pulled them on piece by piece with the boots, the gloves and the cut. The man staring back at me in the mirror wasn’t the man Serena kissed goodnight; he was the Reaper of the Hellfangs MC, and tonight, he had work to do.

“You stay in the command center.” “Like hell I will.” I strapped on my vest, checking the magazine in my Glock. “This is my fight too. My name they’re cursing.” He pulled me against him, the kiss fierce and desperate, teeth nipping my lower lip. “If you get hurt again…” “Then you’ll kill them all. Same as I will for you.” I shoved a spare magazine into his chest. “Together, Reaper.” The mansion became a battlefield. Explosions rocked the foundations as enemy forces—Genovese muscle mixed with desperate Moretti loyalists—poured in through the tunnels Aurora had once warned us about.