Mako Mass Effect Novels & Stories

When that purple sun in the sky was no longer a star but had transformed into a gigantic mechanical eye watching over the entire solar system, a strange shiver ran through my chest as thousands of mechanical humans resembling Lucas rose from the ocean and knelt before me. There was no familiar warmth in their eyes—only the burning fire of war. They were Lucas’s ‘backup army,’ created beneath the surface of Mars over the past ten years for a final battle.

Dante POV After going unconscious, I thought that was it. I was going to die. And I had completely accepted it. The pain had blurred into numbness, and I remember thinking—this was peace. This was where it ended. But Mako wasn’t having it. That bastard was reckless, stubborn beyond reason. Every time I tried to walk forward, toward whatever waited on the other side, he dragged me back, growling and snapping at me like I was the enemy.

But sadly though, it was as if Ash and Hanz was both a soul as the monster that was left alive cant even touch Ash and Hanz body, only a wisp of wind. Ash and Hanz breathe a sugh of releif together and quiely thought, 'The things bought at the system store was really effective?!' Maki as of knowing what they thought retorted silently inside his heart. 'It was a system pit, the two of you better wake up' They were so excited that they did not even notice Maki who already has gone to their side and took the initiative to subdue the monster that was still struggling and was attempting to make a harm on their body.

The Philosophy of the Iron Malak wasn't a remnant of the Architects. He was the leader of a "Death-Sim"—a sector of the Source designed for high-stress military training that had been abandoned and left to evolve in the dark. While Elara’s team had been learning to feel, Malak’s team had been learning to Endure.

Standing around the glowing, holographic tactical table were the leaders of the new digital world. Marcus (DragonSlayer99), the towering Paladin and Commander of the Ghost Army, leaned heavily on his silver broadsword. Next to him stood Jax, the glitch-kid, spinning the golden Admin Key around his index finger. And completing the triad was Brog, the massive NPC blacksmith, who looked incredibly out of place among the players, yet carried an aura of undeniable authority. "Wraith," Marcus nodded respectfully as Ren approached the table. "Report," Ren said, getting straight to the point. The phantom weight of the M-99 Archangel sniper rifle settled comfortably on his digital back.

If Ves wanted to keep up, he had to be a little inventive. "Hm, what would fit my Marc Antony?" He left the galactic net and opened the mech design program. As a software developed by the MTA itself, it possessed elaborate features. Still, they were not on par with the Mech Designer System's own suite except for the projectors. The MTA's design studio incorporated high quality projection systems that could bring any image to life. When the imposing image of the Marc Antony appeared in the middle of the room, Ves circled the projection and slowly considered his ideas.

gomez and stared at my hands pressing Mark’s chest, when his fists began to hit Tom. “¿Ya no te sientes muy macho, pendejo? ¿Te gusta hacer sufrir a las mujeres?” I heard him say in Spanish between blows “You’ll see what it's like to be a macho, when I take you to the Hacienda...” I shuddered with terror when I heard his muffled moans, so I met Mark's eyes, seeing his limp, pale face, and although his chest rose and fell, he was completely still.

* A heavy hydraulic platform hissed as it descended from the high executive box, settling with an earth-shaking thud into the center of the main arena floor below the suspended cage. Archon Malakor stepped out onto the concrete deck. Without his golden mask, his gaunt, corrupted face was a hideous mask of rot and desperate ambition. But surrounding his body was a towering, ten-foot exoskeletal suit forged from high-density titan-steel, humming with a terrifying, white-hot plasma field drawn straight from the city's power grid. Beside him walked Morrigan, holding a heavy disruption rifle, flanked by his four remaining elite Council heralds. "Your ten minutes are up, Master Keeper!" Malakor’s

The moon shone through the leaves, making little white dots on her skin. Mako did not wait. He was a man of action. He pulled off his animal skin. Ava gasped. Mako was built for speed and power. His cock was long and very straight. It was not as thick as Kaelo’s, but it was very pointy and hard as a bone. It looked like it could reach all the way to her heart. "Kaelo was slow like the river," Mako said. He knelt over her. "I am fast like the fire. I want to feel you shake under me."