Mako Mass Effect Novels & Stories

He had the stamina of a predator. "Look at me, Goddess," Mako commanded. Ava opened her eyes. She saw the silver moon reflected in his dark eyes. She saw the sweat dripping off his chin onto her breasts. She felt like she was being conquered by the island itself. Mako grabbed her legs and pushed them back toward her head. This made her pussy very open and very deep. He began to thrust even harder. "I am going to shift your womb," Mako growled. "I am going to leave my mark so deep you will feel it in your dreams."

They're outside right now, probably aiming at these massive floor-to-ceiling windows, waiting for the perfect moment to turn this beautiful kitchen into a warzone. But Malakai doesn't even flinch. He reaches under the marble island and presses something I can't see. Before I can ask what he's doing, heavy metal shutters drop over every single window and door in this house. The sound is deafening, like thunder rolling across the mountains. Everything goes pitch black for exactly one second and I gasp, gripping the edge of the counter so hard my knuckles hurt. Then warm amber lights kick in from somewhere and I can see again.

A deep voice says from behind me and I roll my eyes knowing who it is before I turn to confirm. Snake stands five feet away from me, crossing his arms at his chest. His deep dark hair is long and in a ponytail and his eyes are covered in his dark shades that he always wears. His large six foot five, two hundred and fifty pound frame tugs at his cut that boldly displays the president of the Road Kings MC patch on it. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask turning back around to stare at Matthew's grave. "Anniversary." He states.

The metal shattered in his hand, and I followed up with a blast of wind that threw him twenty feet back against the stone wall. ​On the dais, Malakai was screaming in earnest now. His body was beginning to warp in real-time, his skin rippling as the bio-synthetic network beneath his flesh fought a losing battle against the Silver virus. He was becoming a living glitch, a god being unmade by the very children he had sought to harvest. The air in the room was thick with the smell of ozone and burnt silicon, and I knew the tower was about to become our tomb if we didn't move now.

And thankfully it was. "I'm so sorry I'm late, Miss Sanchez." Makaila said. "Just get to your duty post. I do not have time to exchange words with you." Miss Sanchez dismissed. Makaila quickly took her apron and started getting the table ready for customers. She was a waiter so she took her note pad and slipped it into her apron pocket. Soon customers started to come in. Makaila groaned when she saw the people coming in. The Jocks and cheerleaders of Malcolm High.

He lifts the shirt to assess him and just as quickly covers him up again. ‘Micah, not Micah,’ he says, falling to his knees. His hand runs down his face in disbelief and sadness. ‘This is going to destroy Alpha Varan. Micah is his only son and his pride and joy.’ Alpha Greg looks at me, but I don’t make eye contact. Instead, I continue to stroke my fingers through Micah’s hair and rock. His pack members place a stretcher and a body bag on the ground and begin to put gloves on.

“I’ll go with Night a warrior named Obsidian said via mind link. Which shocked everyone because he usually doesn’t speak he just follows orders he has never volunteered for anything. Makahi didn’t have time to dissect it. He needed to get to his mate he had a very bad feeling something is about to happen. He shifted into his human form and tapped his earpiece as he ran up to the next floor. “Baby is the d******d finished yet?” He heard nothing, but silence. He hit the earpiece again. “Baby talk to me what’s happening?” He asked, nervously. He heart starting to race when he heard no response. He looked at Diego who shift and tapped his earpiece hoping that his earpiece was broken. But Montego

Juno walked in next, looking like she hadn’t slept in a week, and Mace walked in last with a fire blazing behind her eyes that only I seemed to notice. “Settle down, this is important.” I said, getting straight into it. “I just had a talk with Allen about the corrupted creatures we’ve been finding. Varen is already close to perfecting them, and soon enough, he’ll have an army.” I turned, looking right into Mace’s eyes. “An army of the very same creatures that almost killed Mace.” She flinched beside Kael, and her arms crossed over her stomach. “So we’re preparing for a war?” Felix asked, all serious now.

They were shifting, almost evolving under scrutiny. CANE (awed): “Maika… these cells aren’t just vampire. They’re… reactive. They mimic living human blood under certain wavelengths. His body is adapting—merging vampire traits with a stabilized human matrix.” Maika’s eyes narrowed. MAIKA: “Meaning?” CANE: “He’s a vampire… but not. He’s something new.” Maika looked to the blood, a flicker of dread beneath her cool demeanor. MAIKA (quietly):

"Where is Marcus Webb? Where is he actually located?" "We don't—we can't—the protocols prevent—" I pushed harder. Flooded their consciousness with more humanity. More guilt. More conscience until resistance broke. "Where?" "Antarctica. Facility beneath Ross Ice Shelf. Operating for forty-seven years without detection. Marcus has been there the whole time. Controlling everything remotely. Manipulating Elena. Manipulating you. Manipulating all of us." The replica collapsed. "He's preparing final phase. Generation Three. Hundreds of prototypes without any human limitation. Army that will remake humanity by force. Army that deploys in seventy-two hours unless someone stops him."