Mass Effect Alternate First Contact Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The stranger’s voice flickered faintly through the speakers. Adaptation accelerating. Alexander’s jaw tightened. Now Isabella. Now. She closed her eyes. And pressed transfer. The system roared. White light flooded the chamber again. Biometric reassignment in progress. Integration rerouting. The integration bar froze. Paused. Then began shifting. Migrating. From Alexander. To a new host. The chamber trembled violently. Emergency sirens screaming. Hale grabbed onto a railing. The screens flickered between white and black. Her father’s voice strained.

"If you mean nonhumanoids, then yes. Alphie has a catalog of charted planets and their inhabitants if you're interested. I especially enjoy the Kergorsiams-their touch has enough hormones in it to make you orgasm on the spot. Kind of embarrassing if you're in public when it happens." Diana laughed as he intended, and Kor went on to tell her more tales of alien encounters just to keep her smiling. It beat her yelling at him, and as she relaxed, he inched closer. He just couldn't help himself. He wanted, no, needed, to touch her. Even more puzzling, he wanted her to feel the same way. Ancestors, what have you done to me?

the original frequency that had given birth to the first Alphas. Inside the infirmary, Lyra stood up. Her violet-silver eyes glowed with intense brilliance. She walked toward the balcony, her small hands reaching out toward the obsidian needle in the sky. "The Stars are talking," she whispered. "They want to know if we are still wolves." The First Contact A beam of white light, free of the violet heat from the Mother-Ship, descended from the central needle. A figure emerged in the plaza of Aethel-Luna.

A group of scientists was gathered around something or someone. Curiosity piqued, Athena made her way over. She pushed through the crowd to get a glimpse of what was happening, and there, in the center of the circle, was a man. He was tall and muscular, with long hair that was tied back in a messy bun. His eyes were a piercing blue, and they seemed to bore into her soul. Athena felt a shiver run down her spine as she recognized him as a shapeshifter. One of the scientists turned to her and said, "Athena, meet Ardolf. He's a rejected alpha from Esteros."

The closest person to him grabbed the document and passed it to the masked person at the head of the table. The person at the head of the table removed the contents of the file and skimmed through it. “Tell us something we don’t know about this female Alpha.” Trained to not stutter or break under pressure he immediately replied, “She’s very clever sir and she’s very observant. She was able to point out that I wasn’t a rogue like they thought I was at first contact.” “First contact?” one of the masked females asked. “Yes,” Alan replied. “And if I may say she’s diligent and intuitive about everything around her. She seemed perfect except for her mate-less situation.”

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Emma stood erect to face her mother. “How is my little brother doing? Does he ask about me?” Her mother beamed and nodded. Tears were dropping little by little from her eyes. She quickly fetched her handkerchief from her purse and wiped her tears away, with Emma aiding her. “It’s okay, Woman. Get hold of yourself. Alpha Scott, please control your Luna. You know we are in a public space." I didn't like the aura Alpha Alfred carried; he had a weaker pack, but yet he stylishly tried to dominate.

“This has to remain between us.” Alastor looks between me and the ceiling confused before concentrating back on me. Clearing my throat, I scoot to the edge of the chair, preparing myself to drop the bomb in the hopes it won’t get me in trouble. Because honestly it just makes me look more guilty. “When I met Alpha Scott, before I came here, we recognized each other as mates. We rejected each other right away. There is nothing left between us, and it was awkward in the first place,” I explain panicky, gesturing wildly with my hands. “But I spent a lot of time wondering if my resurfacing as his second-chance mate means that she has died.”

The First’s chanting grew louder. Finally, the Source spoke. “I accept.” The ground exploded upward. Not violent. Gentle. Like earth giving birth. Twenty-one figures emerged. Lena and the volunteers. Covered in dirt. Blinking at moonlight they hadn’t seen in years. But they weren’t the same. Something had changed. Their eyes glowed faintly silver. Their skin had a grey tint. “The balance is struck,” the First said. “They’re still connected to the Source. Still feeding it. But voluntarily now. Consciously. They can live above ground while maintaining the seal.”

It was already awkward having stares from other Alphas who might not be aware of our current situation and Zuri was sitting with him as she always did. I looked up and saw my brother probably stabbing Draven to death a hundred times over in his head. I know that face. He looks up to me and I mouth ‘stop.’ He rolls his eyes. Then I see Mateo acknowledge Draven with a nod for the first time ever… maybe we were finally standing on mutual ground but that egotistic Alpha ignores Mateo and my hope for a future truce one day crashes. The Grand Alpha begins, “News is that Volkava has doubled his wretched beastly armies. For months—“ but I zoned out and focused on the mark pulsing underneath his skin