Mass Effect Fanfiction Dark Humanity Novels & Stories

Then it clicked, slow and sickening. The Lynix gift was never meant to be carried by just anyone. It was too strong, too volatile… rogues and outsiders couldn’t contain it without losing themselves entirely. Their souls burned away, leaving hollow shells. That’s why those perfect soldiers were soulless: my blood had overwhelmed them, erased what little humanity they had left. But Damian… he was different.

Each word landed heavier than the last. “Let’s see how your family feels,” he added quietly, “knowing you’re here… suffering.” Luca’s chest tightened, panic flickering beneath the surface. Adrian straightened, stepping back completely now. Distance. Control. "Welcome to hell, Luca. This isn’t a game anymore. I’m not… kind. I don’t apologize. I don’t reward weakness.” He pulled back, his face a mask of impenetrable indifference, leaving Luca sprawled on the bed, naked, aching, and utterly, terrifyingly alone.

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

“Arthur...“ “It started...magically. Like gravity had pulled us in. Our heartbeats were synched. Our thoughts aligned. Like we were fated to be each other's other half.“ Arthur Belmont had survived the foggy morning, gruesome accident that claimed the lives of his parents at the age of 10. He was the only survivor. But it was at a price. His sight was gone. Orphaned and blinded on the same day, Arthur Belmont knew his life would never go back as it was. His perfect life was gone. Memories of that tragic morning haunted his nights. His dreams became nightmares. He was a traumatized, blind kid. Every night, he yelled for his parents, begging them to come take him. This new life wasn't somethin

I whispered, my voice echoing a thousand times. The man before me laughed. This wasn't the Damon I had known—the arrogant Alpha who had rejected me in the mud. This version of him was taller, his skin a sickly gray, and his eyes leaking the same black smoke I had seen in the Void. He looked like a nightmare that had put on a human suit. "You look surprised, Kaima," Damon sneered, stepping over the chains that lay scattered across the glass. "Did you really think the Void would just kill me? I was born for the dark. While you were playing Queen, I was learning how to eat the shadows."

both. Uriel got up, slowly put his hands on his cheeks and licked his lips. "I want you. You and your light. I'll take everything and you won't be able to help but beg for more. ”At the same moment, his wings appeared, showing his true nature. A white wing shone in the darkness, while next to it an equally large, pitch-black wing almost merged with it. With a trembling hand, Rafael reached out for this wing, stroked through the black feathers. Yes, that was his Uriel. The first and oldest of the four elementals. Created by God and Lucifel. Owner of the dark and light side at the same time. Pure like an angel and yet seductive like a demon. Rafael couldn't believe what was happening here. Did

“But it appears he had a lot of clones to spare.” “How can you say so?” “I already killed him five more times, or at least his clones.” He shrugged. “I didn’t know what Dark did to him, but it was almost as though he was no human. There’s just too much hatred in his eyes.” “I’m afraid I am to blame for that—” “No, Z, I don’t think that’s the case. You’ve fought him, aren’t you? Haven’t you notice that he didn’t speak? It was almost as though he was more of a machine.”

This was the second night of her intended career as a lycan hunter and guardian of the town, and there was no way out of it, especially not now that they had entered the godless thicket of Malkouth. She had spent much of the night thinking of how gladly she would find herself out of work and forced to pursue an alternative profession. Evan was... not worth killing in her eyes, but he was entirely worth freeing. They all were, even Arfak, but some of them, especially Arfak, didn't want to be cured; they were enamored with their own supremacy, their dominance and superiority of strength and of will. So, they would not allow themselves to easily fall back into mere mortality. Humanity, in its s

The darkness closed in around him, its power overwhelming and absolute. When the ritual was finished, Ryder was changed. He was no longer the same man, but a shadow of his former self, bound to the will of the silver-haired woman. His eyes now mirrored the eerie glow of hers, a testament to the dark force that had claimed him. The weight of his new destiny pressed heavily upon him, as he stood in the ruins of the ancient church, forever linked to the legacy of darkness.

The eradication of dark immortals—who were different from humans—had led to this tragedy, ultimately harming the common people. Dark immortals no longer saw themselves as human, but humans didn’t have to completely sever ties with them. Human immortals should recognize that dark immortals were fundamentally opposed to dark beasts. The hunting of dark beasts by humans and their pursuit of their own goals had significantly reduced the number of dark beasts. Dark beasts were always the more powerful side, thanks to their resources from the sea and their superior reproductive capabilities.