Mccree X Reaper Novels & Stories

“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.

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.

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

We walked around until we found a podium like rock with writing engraved on it. “Areleyna’s scales is what you seek. Produce 3 scales and let dry out in the sun. Mix with virgin blood to create a poultice.” Ewwww. “Good thing you’ve never been laid.” Brent punched Garrett’s arm. Garrett rubbed the spot he punched and said, “buzz off.” “Does it say anything else?” I asked. “No but there’s a bowl here, maybe we need to bring it back here? But what the hell do we do after?” Brent said.

Hands where I can see them," Tyler barked as he pointed his gun at him. Malcolm took a leisurely sip of his drink, completely unfazed. "So aggressive. And so early in the morning." His eyes flicked to me and he smiled smugly. "You’re Reaper, aren’t you? I’ve heard a lot about you." I said nothing. My gun stayed locked on his chest and I slowly tightened my finger on the trigger, every inch of me vibrating with the urge to just… end him. End this. End something. Just give me a reason, you smug bastard. Just one.

The other studs paused in their reacks Reaper had just walked through the gate.

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.