Mass Effect Fanfiction Elder Humanity Novels & Stories

The glowing eyes staring back at her. “They won’t let me.” The entity smiled. “Why would we?” Victor shouted, “Because you’re about to destroy humanity!” The entity tilted its head. “Incorrect.” The lights flickered violently again. Across the monitors, new images appeared. Cities. Hospitals. Homes. Millions of people staring at screens… hearing the voices. The entity spoke softly. “Humanity is evolving.” Ariana whispered, “Into what?” The entity looked directly at her.

"End it all. For her. For us." Isabella nodded. Together, they rose. Two women who once tore the world apart for love—now standing side by side to mend it. ** The final Elder—Cathros—stood at the heart of the sanctuary. He had abandoned his human form, now towering and grotesque, shaped from star-metal, seared flesh, and black flame. Eyes like dying suns blazed as he raised a staff of bone and blood, conjuring storms of screams and fire. "You were never meant to win!" Cathros roared, his voice echoing across realities. "You are shadows of what was!"

The elder laughed greedily, making no effort to hide his covetousness. "Our sect's fame resonates throughout the nether realm. Do you, a mere insect, think you're worthy of following us?" Chase's expression remained composed as a trace of amusement played on his lips. "So, you're saying I have no choice but to comply?" "Hmph, refusal is not an option!" the elder snapped. "Boy, don't be ungrateful while we're being nice!" The elder extended his hand, summoning a powerful soul energy that coalesced into a blazing black flame. It burned ferociously, radiating an oppressive heat.

The needle didn't spin; it pointed straight up. "The boy is in the Cradle, at the center of the spire," Julian continued. "But he’s not alone. The 'Broker' the system warned you about? It's not Rowan. And it's not me." "Then who?" Rowan asked, his hand drifting to the knife at his belt. "The system itself," Julian said. "The High Elder didn't die in the crash, Lyra. He uploaded himself into the planet’s core. He is the jungle. He is the moons. He is the HUD in your eyes. And he’s hungry for a new body."

Only absence. The First Human’s voice trembled through the psychic link. *I WAS THE LAST.* The valley fell into a stunned silence. Helena covered her mouth, and Daniel stared blankly at the sky. Even the surviving Directorate agents looked horrified. Ava felt tears sting her eyes as the truth settled in. The First Human wasn’t humanity’s ancestor, it wasn't a god, and it wasn't a machine. It was a refugee. It was the final survivor of a civilization so old that history itself had forgotten it.

If it weren't for him, I would probably still be a lonely soul by now. But, he was now finally at peace. Eternal life was not a blessing but an endless torture for some people, such as Rey... I shook my head hard at the thought of this, trying to get rid of these sad things from my head as soon as possible. We would eventually have a day of destruction, the Elder's Church, the Kindred, or Lord Tybirus himself. Our time had long passed. Now we should exist in the comics as a topic of human pastime. I would rather be a human if possible...

"The Dark Master knows the elders are terrified of the High Council's purges and the loss of their ancestral titles. He is offering them the ultimate temptation: direct infusion of pure Eclipse necrotic flesh-magic." The courier on the ground let out a harsh, rasping laugh, black blood bubbling between his stained fangs. "You cannot stop it, little Saintess! The elders are old! Their teeth are blunt, their lifespans are ending, and they fear the grave more than they fear your human laws! The Master offers them eternal bodies—flesh that never ages, blood that never rots, and power to crush your baseline throat beneath their claws!" Killian’s boot came down on the courier’s chest with a sicken

He pushed me to the wall, I fell hard on the floor and before I could avert his next attack, he picked me up like a little bag from the garage and pinned me to the wall. He was about to speak when the door flung open and a man, dressed in a grey suit with an auburn coloured hair bursted in. He seemed much stronger than Daniel who pinned me to the wall and I panic as all attention is on me. "Boss…" Daniel called out. The boss scrutinized me and diverted his attention back to Daniel. "Why are you wasting your time on a human? Just kill her off!" He commanded coldly. "She might be of help." Daniel released me from the wall and my neck is hurting so badly.

I knew from the time she was born till the time she died. Yeah. I haven't figured out what exactly made her come back to life, but it's never too late. I place my mouth on her neck, and then I suck her blood. Her blood was just something different entirely. It was sweet and different. I found myself drinking more than I had imagined, and when I saw her passing out...I pulled away. I have long known that she's human, but I have also tasted other humans' blood and there's none like hers. I teleported her inside the old hut, and then I decided to clean some trash.

Alex chuckles at the other end and remarks, "You just couldn't handle the fact that she always stood up to you even though she's a human." "Whatever," Damian replies, knowing he is right. "I have a lot to attend to now, so we'll talk later," Damian tells him before ending the call. Damian has more important things to worry about than that human. Why was she returning after seven years? Why was Alex even concerned about such trivial matters? He decides to go to his father's chambers to find out more. "Good morning, Dad," Damian greets him. "Morning, son," his father replies. "Have you heard that your friend will be returning to the pack this weekend?" his father asks.