Mako Mass Effect Novels & Stories

He gazed at Maki with narrowed eyes thoughtfully. “You’re on the level of the God of War.” It was safe to say that Harvey was surprised. He didn’t expect that Maki could reach the God of War’s threshold after using the black paper figure. Of course, the elderly man would have to pay a hefty price in exchange for that power, not to mention that the power boost wouldn’t last for a long time. Nonetheless, Maki was still a God of War as long as the boost persisted. A King of Arms and a God of War were two completely different levels.

When I gave up on my mission and confessed to the existence of the system, my girlfriend, who couldn’t seem to give up on her first love, suddenly agreed to marry me and bear me a child. I thought my sincerity had moved her and excitedly began preparing for the wedding. She, however, tricked me into going for surgery. “You’re on a mission and have unlimited lives. He has end-stage heart failure and is on the verge of death. Don’t worry, after his surgery and recovery, I’ll come back to our family and continue helping you with your mission.” What she didn’t know was that the moment she took my heart away, I had utterly failed my mission and all my memories were erased. One month later,

Drake’s eyes went cold and dangerous as Dillon appeared in his mind. Alpha... rouges and hunters!’ Dillon was upset. “They started to attack,” he said. “Welcome them, Dillon.” It was the key to making our defenses solid and stable, “he instructed. “Let those inferior creatures burn in ashes.” Drake crumpled his fists; his jaw clenched, and he glanced at the door when it suddenly opened, and Emily welcomed him, anxious and scared. “A-Drake...” “I know, they started the war...” “I’m beyond prepared for that, my stray,” he said viciously.

I watched as all the maids retreated one by one, leaving the room entirely blank except for the glorious view of my gown, which was the exact color of the moon. *** “Forgive me for waking you up, My Luna-” “I’m not Luna yet,” I corrected one of the maids quickly and drowsily. “Forgive me, my Lady. It’s time for you to start preparing.” Her words struck me hard, making me jolt up from the bed. How long had I been asleep? Oh my! I was undoubtedly an unserious bride if I were reminded of waking up for my own mating ceremony. I quickly got up and let her help me to the bathroom where five young maids bowed as I entered, already waiting so they could help me wash my whole body. Thankfully, I had

--- Later, after the sun dipped behind the trees, I sat in the cold, staring at the backup vial in my palm. This one had a different label. MACK. It was the second prototype. Cruder. More aggressive. It wouldn’t wipe clean like Claire’s—it would break down barriers, unravel memory until logic collapsed. A mind flooded with guilt and grief could be reprogrammed with the right push. He wouldn’t even realize what was happening until it was too late. --- Marlo entered again. “We found the leak. One of Rowe’s men.” “And?” I asked. “Dead. Shot execution-style. But before he died, he said something.”

Then she wiped its intelligences and reset it to factory default. ~ Inside the gathering hall at the mayor’s mansion, Eva watched as Miko hovered over a mecha, as the girl performed what she called her Machine Trance. She could only wonder in awe as Miko traversed lines of code through her biological consciousness.

He allowed the foolish high-seat lord to grandstand in his little corner, completely content to let him play with his imaginary toy soldiers while the true, primordial master ran a silent diagnostic on their newly unified vessel. Malakai believed he was the one granting quarter. He had absolutely no idea he was merely being used as a temporary biological battery—a portable jumper cable that had just cured a millennia-long chronic disease. For the first time in ten thousand years, the heavy, suffocating fog of the starvation rot was entirely gone. With his mind fully back within his own control, the Ancient turned his focus inward, tracking the magnificent, miraculous transformation taking pl

𝘔. Maya's message flashed on Jay's screen for a long time and he remembered of the call he'd received just in the early morning asking him to turn the television on and watch the news. Jay was slightly confused at the sudden request but he did so and was stunned to watch it. He knew he'd have to tell Maya sooner or later if not she'd notice it on her own, it was difficult to keep secrets from Maya's hawk-like eyes that could penetrate his body and see through his soul. He had seen her eyes darkening and turning red as blood whenever her bloodlust had taken its toll unfortunately before him.

Malakai and Lyra stood in the center of the script, their forms blurring, their physical bodies becoming transparent as the ascension protocol took hold. "Malakai, stop! The feedback is too high!" Zack screamed from the doorway, his tablet exploding in his hands. Malakai didn't hear him. He was no longer in the palace. He was tuned into the moon. He saw the obsidian corridors, the white-light engines, and the frozen faces of the High Humans in their stasis pods. "It’s not a malfunction," Malakai’s voice resonated through the entire estate, echoing from the stones themselves. "It’s a wake-up call. They’re coming down."

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."