Reaper Gta 5 Novels & Stories

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.”

I snarl at him. His eyes sweep over me to the rest. They’ve all stood up in guard, but that doesn’t seem to faze him at all. One thing that makes Reaper really dangerous is the fact that he was maniac. Sure, I am cold, but Reaper takes that to a whole new level. He is a sociopath and a psychopath, all wrapped in a pretty ugly and deadly bow. “I’m here to see, Ava. Why else do you think I would be here? To see your sorry ass?” he asks with a devious smirk.

The steel door slams against the concrete wall. A Reaper fills the doorway. He’s wearing a skull mask, holding a sawed-off shotgun. BOOM. Markos doesn't hesitate. He pulls the trigger. The sound in the small concrete room is deafening. It hits me like a physical punch to the chest. My ears ring instantly. The Reaper flies backward as if yanked by an invisible cable. His chest is a ruin of red and black. He hits the floor in the hallway and doesn't move.

I stepped between them fully, blocking his view of her. “This ends now.” Reaper’s expression didn’t change. “No,” he said. “This begins now.” And then— A gunshot cracked through the compound. Not from us. From the woods. Reaper didn’t flinch. He just smiled. “Right on time.” The gunshot cracked through the compound like lightning splitting the sky. Sharp. Close. Too close. Maya screamed behind me. Torres spun toward the tree line, gun raised. “Contact!” Reaper didn’t flinch.

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

Cillian’s lips curled back to reveal sharp, bloody canines. “I was so hoping we’d get to this part . . . ” he said, wiping his mirth-streaked eyes. His giggles erupted into loud, manic laughter, and the Reapers behind our seats raised their blades. Before the one behind me could stab down, I pulled the revolver from my pocket, pointed up at the Reaper’s jaw, and fired. The Reaper fell as the bullet blasted through its head, but no blood sprayed from the wound—only a cloud of dust. The skull mask wasn’t a mask at all. It was its face!

He added, laughing freely. Lin clenched her jaws, trying to shake off the doubts that their adversary was planting in her mind. She knew he was playing mind games, but the truth he spoke kept striking a chord in her. “That is none of your damn business! We will figure it out when that time comes!” Hunter thundered the words at the guy. “And f*ck you for killing my friends in the Dark Valley!” “Your friends were weak, just like the two of you,” The Reaper replied, walking in their direction slowly but purposefully. “Surrender, I’m giving you two one last chance. Surrender right now and I will lead you right out of this quest easily.” He smirked.

A goon lunged, his blade flashing, but I caught his wrist, snapping it, his scream cut short as I drove my knife into his gut, twisting until he stilled. “Burn it,” I growled, my voice low, my men torching crates of cocaine, flames licking the walls. One of Salazar’s lieutenants, a wiry bastard named Rico, begged on his knees, his hands raised. “Please, Reaper, I didn’t—” I shot him between the eyes, blood pooling, my boots stepping over his corpse. My men flinched, their glances uneasy, but I didn’t care. This was me now—cold, merciless, the devil they’d forgotten.

Tyler narrowed his eyes, his hand sliding toward his pistol, but before he could react, the safehouse shuddered, windows shattered, and Bloodhound raiders—Roland’s wolves, five of them, their fur bristling with indignation—burst through, their growls a chorus of condemnation. “Savire’s with Silver Veil!” roared the lead raider, his claws sparkling in the monitor’s gleam and he leaped for me. I changed, lean and deadly as a silver wolf, muscles hoarded for years bolting into place despite years of restraining myself. I darted out of the way of his claws, biting down on his arm with a snap, blood filling my mouth as he howled in pain. Another of the raiders sliced a blade into my side, a hot b

Antonov stepped toward me and grabbed my arms. "And what are you going to do if you go back now... Who will believe your words when you look nothing like Eve Sanchez... There are many ways to get back at those who wronged us Scarlet, but the best way to truly punish is to drag it out and make the culprit wish he or she was dead... I can help you get your revenge if that is what you want, all you have to do in return is live as Elde's daughter and love her as if she's your mother. Will you do it or not"