Overwatch Reaper Guns Novels & Stories

“We’re married.” “Yeah.” A faint smile touched his lips. “Mrs. Voss.” I smiled despite everything. “Sounds dangerous.” “It is.” He turned his head and kissed me softly. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” We stayed like that until exhaustion pulled us under. But even in sleep, I kept my gun close. The war was far from over. But for the first time, I wasn’t facing it alone. I had my Reaper. And together, we would paint this city red if we had to.

I smirked. I turned back to the gun collection picking and choosing our favourites, "Autocannon, Bolt Pistol, Lasgun, Pulse Rifle, Lancer Pistol and lastly, for you Jack, a heavy bolter." I walked back to the table where the hologram was displayed. "Vehicles, the Rezvani Tank, Telsla Model S and lastly, Lexus Black Panther," Tyler stated.

It is the only way to request a job be done by me since there is no way to reach me, a precaution I took to avoid being assassinated or discovered myself. No one knows what I look like and no one knows where I live. The name given to me at birth, Tessa, was buried that day ten years ago when I began running. Instead, I use many different aliases for the purchase of my many safehouses scattered around the Underworld. I’ve developed my costume over time, and I’d like to think I look pretty badass. I wear a skintight, full body, black outfit. A mask always covers the sharp features of my face, only revealing my piercing emerald-green eyes which are cast in the shadow of a black hood I wear. I h

I turned to him, my face full of concern. "We have to be super vigilant, reapers can now simply hunt you. You could end up in the void and I have no desire to have to retrieve you from that monotone realm," I mumbled bitterly. Ellis was nodding. I rubbed my eyes as my skin started to tingle, signaling another reaper close by. No sooner did I blink and Lestat entered into the hall where we were at, carrying a long sword. I cursed and pulled Ellis behind myself. He yelled,"what?" I told him a reaper had appeared and he looked around frantically as I clenched my fist and opened it calling on my family inherited scythe. All the Reoch members had one because my great grandfather Darassan, was onc

He has two six-shooters tucked in his chest cross-draw holsters and hooked to his gun belt is a lasso that has the ability to banish overstaying souls to the depths of the underworld. A cordon of invisible bouncers keeps the hysterical mob back and the three reapers stand impassively in front. Ankou, the clown reaper, assigns a destination to every weary traveler by flicking and wrapping his whip around his own body. The crack the whip produces each time is as loud as thunder and the number of coils it makes around his body is a code for something.

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

My fingers brush cold polymer. The Glock. It must have flown out of Drakon’s holster during the roll. I grab it. It feels heavy, a solid weight in a world that has lost its gravity. I check the slide. It’s in battery. The back doors of the van are twisted, hanging open on bent hinges. Through the gap, I see a pair of combat boots stop. A shadow falls over the opening. A Reaper leans down. He peers into the wreckage. He’s wearing a skull mask, his rifle raised.

I remembered the weight of the gun in my hand. ​Figures in matte-black tactical gear swarmed through the smoke. Malakai was a blur, his weapon spitting tongues of fire that cut through the haze. The rhythmic thud-thud-thud of his submachine gun was a visceral symphony of violence. I saw a Reaper level his rifle at Malakai’s exposed side, and before I could think, my instinct took over. ​I raised my pistol, aligned the sights with the center of the dark figure, and squeezed the trigger.

he whispered against her lips, forehead pressed to hers, “you run as fast as you can. Don’t look back. I love you more than anything in this world, Rory. You are my everything.” Rory’s striking green eyes burned with defiance as she gripped the gun tightly in her hands. “We fight this together. I’m not leaving you behind. Not now. Not ever.” The gunfight exploded with brutal suddenness. Bullets shattered glass windows and tore through wooden walls, filling the air with deafening noise and the sharp smell of gunpowder. Jax and Reaper returned fire with deadly accuracy, dropping several of Dominic’s men. Rory fired when she had clear shots, her heart hammering but her aim surprisingly steady d

Something heavy. A massive robot stepped out. It was twelve feet tall. It was painted black. It had Gatling guns for arms. "Meet the Reaper Prime," Garrett said. "Automated defense system. Enjoy." He ran toward a side exit. "Kill them," Garrett ordered the robot. The robot’s eyes glowed red. The guns spun up. Whirrrrrr. "Cover!" Kael screamed. We dove behind the missile cart just as the room erupted in a hail of bullets.