Mako Mass Effect Novels & Stories

Another man walks up to him and looks down on him. "Who do you think you are, you dirty rogue, to touch your Queen?" I gasp and turn to Elliot. "His Queen? They work for Derek?" "I'm afraid so. Do you know what they injected us with?" I think and do a quick check-up. "I can hear Cassie but I can't shift. As far as I know, there's only one plant that does this and it's not life-threatening. The effects should wear off in a few hours." The men straighten Elliot violently and the one who put the rogue back in his place reaches out to help me up. We're getting different treatment since they think I'm their Queen.

Cecilia says as we sit on the creaky seats and tables. “What was?” Myah questions, “The one who shot that last gun. I was using those telekinetic powers to stop the bullets coming from one particular direction - this one came from higher up and at a very different starting point.” She explains. I feared she was right - which means he knows who we are, or at least there’s the possibility that he saw us. “There’s another problem.” Myah sighs, “You and I have been made as Abnormals, we can’t go back to living a happy little life anymore.” Cecilia looks up at me, her eyes still big and shiny - just the way she was before.

His skin was glistening with a fresh sheen of feverish sweat, his dark jaw clenched as he stared at the flashing grid maps of the shipyard. "You're bleeding again," I said, my voice low and flat as the adrenaline of the fight began to recede, leaving behind a cold, sharp irritability. Malakai didn't look up immediately. His large right hand flew across the mechanical keyboard, entering a complex string of commands that closed out the hijacked security feeds before he finally turned his dark, bloodshot eyes toward me.

In the meantime, the arena was being modified so that it could withstand the scale of the incoming battles. Matthew was happy since he was able to reunite with Isaac, an old friend, and also meet someone new who hung out with him, Afro Joss. According to Isaac, Afro was an Ace ranked Hunter who was also a war general of the Shark clan during the Scarlett War. The man was more than two metres tall with short black hair and grey skin. He said that he can grow larger if he’s underwater and become more shark-like in appearance.

– Kane Innovations HQ Alexander’s war-room was a fortress of glass and tech, the holo-table glowing with Marco’s feeds: dark web chatter, server pings, a countdown clock ticking to noon. Lila’s team, six operatives, all ex-Special Forces prepped gear in the corner, rifles gleaming. Mamá insisted on coming, wheelchair pushed by a nurse Alexander had paid to stay silent. Her color was better, but her eyes held the same fire that had sliced a merc’s wrist.

I’m not enjoying the game any more than I am the continued advances of the skinny, minky blonde I’d opened myself back up to. No matter how many times I lean out of her touch, Maka finds another way to keep us close. Currently, my ‘date’ is sitting on the back of the sofa with her knees by my shoulders, while she rubs my back. “You are so, tense,” her face falls on my neck with a little drool or possibly, her licking me as she says this. Sokin is the only other one aside from myself, Aya, Taki, Sugar and Iken that are still going two arcs in. Every one else is passed out somewhere between the two levels.

Fuck, yeah, she’s a Leonetti wolf and that counts for something. The light intensifies, and for a moment, everything is bathed in blinding white. A deafening roar sounds out, and when I open my eyes, I see the dark smoke hovering above Morana. I don’t see any physical features, but I can feel the absolute hatred this thing encapsulates. Who would worship something like this? When the light fades, Morana collapses to her knees, breathing heavily. Nova steps forward, her expression one of relief. “It’s done,” she says softly. “The Meraloth is gone.”

Her heart ached as she watched the body count of this bloody battle increase with every passing second. The stench of blood rising from every body that dropped lifelessly to the now saturated ground. A faint cry floating below the sounds of the battle, somewhere behind her, catching her off guard. She turns, determined to find its source. The sole purpose of this war was to eradicate the panther shifters. A royal matriarch of pure bloods. The Moon Goddess's direct descendants and warriors. And that is exactly what they did.