Mako Mass Effect Novels & Stories

The only thing that reminded Mark that he was looking at a robot was 2Pac’s gunmetal silver skin and his artificially glowing eyes. It was time to fight again, and Mark waited for the right time to press the Ghost Mode button on a touchscreen located on his suit’s hydraulic forearm, which would turn his body into a phantom for a few seconds using a quantum magnetic pulse. Mark waited for the right time to activate the Ghost Mode feature. His nerves misfired a little, but he tried to keep thinking about his son and how he was fighting for him.

"Malakor knows the layout of these sectors better than we do. If he seals the lower gates, the main vanguard of our rebellion down in the slums will be systematically executed by the automated wall turrets." "He hasn't sealed them yet," Natalia said, her breathing shallow as she leaned against a dusty display counter. She closed her eyes, forcing her internal mana to circulate, trying to stitch together the deep fractures in her core. The silver light beneath her skin was faint, like a dying candle, but the cold, foreign resonance she had felt after the palace explosion was still thrumming at the very edge of her consciousness. "Malakor is diverting eighty percent of the grid's processing po

Standing in front of the console was a familiar figure, his white silk coat hanging loose over his shoulders, his long silver hair tied back neatly from his forehead. Malakai Wolfe was alive, his left arm encased in a black, cybernetic brace that hissed with pneumatic pressure whenever his fingers moved over the keyboard. The scar from Kaden's jaw strike was a dark, purple line across his throat, but his pale grey eyes held the same cold, absolute arrogance that had defined him on the mountain.

Sharmaine looked at Maki and spoke. "That's right, I'm Maki Mohini." Maki did not hide her identity, she looked directly into Sharmaine's eyes and said, the Mohini clan is where she was created and where she used all her strength to fight. “Did the Mohini clan let you stay here too?” Sharmaine asked back. “I am like a loyal dog, sooner or later I must return to Mohini.” Maki knows her fate, she is a high ranking vampire who can kill the werewolf leader, clan Mohini will not spare Maki.

said Johan. “We’re ready as well,” said the group of military mages. But the rest of the class were still hesitant, particularly those from the magic department. “The military students have elemental weapons and shields,” they said amongst themselves. “Those weapons can be imbued with more that one element, and can magnify magic a hundred times over!” “We will have to ask them to lower the charge of their weapons,” Mordecai suggested.

He was the Supreme Commander of Gina's original pack, and her father's most dangerous warrior. Malakai was built like a mountain, his long black hair braided tightly with silver rings. But it was his eyes that made Gina’s blood run cold. They weren't wolf eyes—they were twin pools of endless, swirling cosmic purple. He possessed a rare, ancient magic that perfectly mimicked the celestial frequencies of the Moonborn. The moment Malakai’s gaze landed on Gina, his cosmic eyes turned completely pitch-black with a sudden, toxic obsession. He ignored Gabriel completely, his heavy boots crushing the dirt as he marched straight toward the steps where Gina stood.

in the spiritual realm, Malakor’s physical Bio-Hounds descended on the Greenhouse Spire to harvest her unconscious body. Jace and Varick stood back-to-back. Jace had bypassed his arm’s safety protocols, his brass limb vibrating so fast it was humming in the ultrasonic range. "You want biological perfection, Malakor?" Varick roared, his sword glowing with a desperate, purple-tinged fire. "Try surviving a System Overload!"

I nodded my head, still patiently waiting for him to answer my question. "I'm Mako," he said, "Orion marksman." He had some sort of Russian accent, but the thought of Orion having a sniper around him made me wonder if he's actually as strong as he claimed to be. Kate and Kira caught up with me, and both of them seemed to know Mako. "Mako," Kira called, "Good to see you." "Good to see you too, healer. I'm glad you're both okay," then he turned to face Kate, "Good job newbie, expect a deer from me."

" I-I can't. I don't have a sense of sm-smell. Nothing like a Lycan!" ** "No, no, this is going terrible..." Makaria glanced after floating the orb above her head in turmoil, before covering her face with her hands. She could not handle the changes, emotions and feelings intertwined with mortals! Sure she use to be one, but she had not felt all of those terrible emotions in over a century! Now watching after and even interfering with Pomelia Grace and her terrible mate were giving her stomach pains! She had the god awful assignment of watching after them, after all it was technically her fault this happened. "Makaria, you are supposed to be watching them not, not..oh my! what's happening her

Then there were others who looked giddy as all hell. Alpha Theo looked completely gob smacked. His daughter was mated to Maddox after all. I tried to imagine what it would be like if I was in his shoes. “Demacores were created by Douchey Loki as a species that were supposed to be untouchable because they require a God’s blood and magic to be infused into it before the deathblow happens. However, there are laws that strictly prohibit Gods from directly destroying another God’s creations. So, that’s where this handsome guy,” she said, pointing her thumb at Maddox, “comes into play. He contains both her blood and part of her magic. The Demacore that I had witnessed meeting with Calvin is the Co