Halo/mass Effect Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

with that mouth full , I toss the collar to him and begin to walk out. I am so angry and annoyed at Alexander’s audacity that I forget that I am wearing high heels that I struggle to walk in. I walk at a fast pace until I feel my ankle twist making me loose my balance and falling forward. I hold my breath waiting for the moment for when I come in to contact with the fall but that moment never comes. I slowly pried my eyelids apart , and see the face of an angel. ‘Xavier…’ I say his name. His arms are wrapped around my waist , his face so close to me I could smell his special scent.

If the Blood Code reached full sync, it would overwrite the entire network — and her mind with it. I accessed the central console, typing commands at blinding speed. PURGE SEQUENCE INITIATED. TARGET: BLOOD CODE. CONTAINMENT REQUIRED: HOST ACCESS. The system demanded her confirmation. I slammed my fist against the panel. “Come on, amore. Say yes.” AMARA The code flooded my veins — electricity singing under my skin. I could hear Mateo whispering, his voice tangled with mine. You can’t erase me. We are one now. “Then you’ll drown with me,” I said through clenched teeth.

This eerie sensation tingling inside my veins. I was thinking that another Damien clone was here with us in this room.

Every drone, every stasis pod, every corrupted file in the ship’s database was purged in an instant. The High Scientist fell to his knees, his eyes wide as his connection to the ship’s AI was severed. He was no longer a god; he was just an old man in a cold room. Caleb rushed to Scarlett, catching her as the adrenaline faded and the weight of the dual-soul integration hit her. "Scarlett? Which one are you?" Caleb asked, his voice trembling with a mixture of awe and terror. Scarlett leaned her head against his shoulder, her golden eyes slowly fading back to their warm, familiar amber.

"Stop! None of you are going anywhere!" Vera Hawthorn rushed over in three quick strides and planted herself right in front of me. She glared at me like I was a hopeless case. "Have you lost your mind? Do you even realize what you're doing? Donating blood for them is no different from selling yourself! Have you no shame?" Those familiar words sent a chill down my spine. Only then did I realize that I had been reborn. In my previous life, she had stopped me the exact same way. At the time, all I could think about was that someone's life was on the line. Besides, I had already come here prepared to donate blood voluntarily.

A collapsed gate hung open, marked with rusted letters barely legible: “Project HALCYON.” Daniel frowned. “Never heard of it.” “You weren’t supposed to,” Rhett said, brushing moss off a control panel. “Halcyon was a prototype facility. They tested merging biogenetics with neural mapping a way to transfer instincts from one host to another.” Lena’s voice dropped. “Like copying a predator’s mind?” Rhett met her eyes. “Exactly.” A faint echo rolled through the valley metal against metal. Daniel raised his pistol. “We’re not alone.”

He ventured to pick it up with his hands but the temperature of the halo melted off his hand, up to his shoulder level, and while he was screaming in pain and agony, Theresa gave him a death blow, clamped the halo with the hook rod, and ran off. She opened a door which she wasn't familiar with, and noticed as soon as she got in that the place was a morgue. She spotted the body of a girl and immediately ran towards her. She felt her skin and noticed that it was beginning to turn cold - it mustn't have been long since she died, and without thinking twice, she turned the girl over and placed the hot, glowing halo on her back. The halo melted into her skin, and the injuries from the burn healed

Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was. "If you behave, I might let you live long enough to die of old age." Cute. Real generous of her. Even if I'd been totally clueless, they still would've wiped me out. Just like last time—erase, delete, gone. Lillian cracked up, loud and unhinged. "You did this to yourself! Rot here! Everything you had? Mine now!" In my last life, I never got why Bobby and Whitney backed her. She might've "saved" them, sure, but I was their son's wife. That used to mean something, right?