Mccree X Reaper Novels & Stories

“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.

"Can you trace financial transactions? Figure out where Reaper's getting his funding?" "I can try. But it'll take time. And if he's using shell companies, offshore accounts—" "Do it anyway. We need something." Sarah nodded and pulled out her laptop. For the next hour, we pieced together what we knew. Reaper had access to military-grade weapons. Professional mercenaries. High-level explosives. That took money. Lots of it. "The Nevada MC," Marcus said suddenly. "They've been trying to move into our territory for years. What if Reaper made a deal with them?"

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

I drew my claymore in one smooth motion and swung the massive blade. “Don’t touch what’s mine!” I growled. Orin’s roar and my fury fused into one solid force. With a single strike, I severed the thick roots binding Reeve. I caught his body before it hit the ground. I dropped the claymore, my hands trembling as I held him, so fragile in my arms. “Reeve! Reeve!” My voice broke, desperate. Please, Moon Goddess. I can’t lose him now! I brushed over the cuts on his face. Reeve must have fought the Blood Creeper with everything he had. If only I had known sooner, he wouldn’t be like this.

“You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.” In a flash, the Reaper closed the distance. One cold hand touched Clark’s chest. Clark gasped. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. His body jerked once—twice—and then fell to the floor, lifeless. Silence. The Reaper turned to me. Blood rushed in my ears, too loud to hear whatever he said—if he said anything at all. My body gave in to the darkness. And I collapsed. Cullen’s POV The man’s body dropped like a stone. Soul ripped. Breath silenced.

With a determined glint in his eye, Butcher left, his mind already racing with possibilities. Different cars drove into the pack, filling the grounds with an array of vehicles. MC children and heirs arrived at the Reapers clubhouse, some heading directly to the bar to enjoy themselves, others resting from their travels, and some touring the grounds. The MC’s popularity had soared since Venom and Virus were announced as Alphas of their respective packs.

’ I shout, blinking and appearing behind them. Vermillion runs and circles them, breathing fire onto them. Harpies screech, and Minotaur swing and throw their axes at us. ‘Repeliate!’ I shout, sending an invisible wave, knocking the axes away. Reaper flies around the Minotaur, wrapping a shadow around their ankles and tripping them over. Alec’s fingernails extend. He leaps up into the air and claws across the necks of the Harpies in one big swipe. Dozens more come running toward us, ‘Quickly! Onto Vermillion,’ he shouts.

The target's daily routine continued for three days, so for the next four days, Azrael will continue the assassination of his target. The day has come when Azrael will carry out his mission. Azrael had already prepared his guns and knife. Azrael placed the Coharie Arms MP-10 Using a duffle bag, and his pistols were in his pistol holster. He has already left his condo unit. He left all his feelings as he left his home. He knew this mission would not be easy so he needed to be more self-confident. He drove in his black Camaro.

He did whatever his mother told him. And because I loved him, I let it go as long as it wasn’t too much. However, I never imagined that even in something like this, he’d side with his family to deceive me. He had completely betrayed my trust. Just then, as the cameraman following us finally lowered his gear, Mira suddenly lunged forward, snatched up the camera, and smashed it hard against the ground. She pulled out a knife and held it to her neck. “Fine! You think you’re so tough? I won’t make you pay me back. But listen, what happened today stays here. Nobody messes with the money I made online!