Mass Effect Fanfiction Halo Novels & Stories

For a long, breathtaking moment, they were entirely lost in each other, the terror of the mountain fading into the intoxicating heat of their embrace. But the drive was waiting. Reluctantly, Julian broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers. He reached over to the medical console, pulling down the Thorne Tech neural-link halo. He plugged the silver drive into the terminal. "Are you ready to come back to me, Mrs. Thorne?" he asked softly. Maya nodded, her eyes shining. "Upload it." Julian placed the halo over her head and hit the EXECUTE command on the terminal. The machine hummed. Maya gasped as a blinding, electric shockwave of data flooded her cerebral cortex.

If cooperation fails— Force compliance. The halo above Earth flares blindingly bright. Thousands of beams intensify. People across the planet scream as the connection pressure increases. I feel it too. But worse. Because the system inside my mind is the gateway. The control center. The Key. Severiel watches the sky with something almost like disappointment. “Predictable,” he murmurs. Ezra looks at him sharply. “You’re enjoying this.” “Not particularly.” “Then stop it.” The angel laughs softly.

My eyes keep switching back and forth from amber to a dark amethyst, and my fangs throb painfully. Since I know Tristan’s people are working the body over in the lab, I spend the next two days attending class and survey the woods at night. Considering I had two midterms, I kept all communications via cell phone. Tristan kept me updated until this morning when the report on the body finally came. Get over here. We need to talk. I look at the text as I make my way to the Halo. I need to feed, and the bags are not holding me, so I’m glad to be heading that way. Stumbling out of my car, I shuffle into the Halo mansion and search for Tristan.

Now that Cyrus was completely fixated on Mads, he was going to be on my ass about my amante de la sangre every chance he got. Frankly, it didn't matter if Mads was my blood lover, he was going to be a part of my life. We were all connected and…it just wouldn't feel right without Mads around. Cyrus would accept Theo with little question, but Mads…he would try to push out any chance he got. Fuck, I needed a drink. Like green ecarthed, something strong enough to strip paint off a spacecraft, but all we had was the much, much milder starshine. Delicious. But I wanted something that was going to melt my insides.

He looked at me, a fond, loving smile touching his lips. He mouthed the words, Don't be afraid, Freya. I'm coming to be with you. The next second, without hesitation, he detonated his inner wolf. A blinding light swallowed the entire estate. Caleb's madness, Julian's regret, Victor's despair, and Chloe's shrieks were all ripped apart and erased from existence. At that exact moment, the System's robotic voice chimed in my head. [Ding! Extreme emotional sacrifice detected from target Rowan! Affection meter instantly maxed out at one hundred percent! Congratulations, Host! Main mission successfully completed! Detaching from the current world and transferring to the parallel world.]

He dragged her onto the bed beside him as the floor near the doorway collapsed into the void. "They are the systems editors " he said. "When we broke the loop on the highway we did not just escape; we messed up the file. They are not trying to harvest us Elara, they are trying to delete the story!" The second figure raised its hand. Its smooth featureless face tilted toward the ceiling. A pitched deafening frequency came from its throat. It was a sound that translated in Elara's mind as a command line. DELETE FROM REALITY WHERE SUBJECT_ID == VANCE_E;

Disappearing as Halo dashes out into the enclosure. Mercenary Six (In Modern Arabic): What-. Ahh!! His piercing yell rips through the quiet of the forest as Halo appears and lands a solid kick to his chest. He staggers back, but Halo finds the exposed skin of his neck and slashes savagely. The man goes down, and Halo turns to his far left, sending both blades sailing through the air. It takes down two more mercenaries and their heavy bodies thud to the ground. Mercenary Seven (In Modern Arabic):

The needle didn't just draw blood; it acted as a siphon, pulling the golden-violet energy of the Key of the Abyss directly out of her marrow. "Yes," Malphas hissed, his face contorting with a pleasure that was purely demonic. "Feed me." But the explosion of red light wasn't his victory. It was a glitch. Elara’s mother, the Guardian, lunged forward. Her silver armor clattered as she swung a sash of light toward Malphas, but the doppelgänger was faster. He used Elara as a human shield, forcing her mother to pull back the strike. "You can't kill me without killing her, Sarah!" Malphas laughed, the needle still embedded in Elara's throat. "We are tethered now. If I burn, she ashes."

She, in total, had three shards of the halo on herself. Sight returns to the land of Marvava where the others were. Khloe, behind the rock, Pete-- camouflaged and the lady who had a shard of Azazel's halo instantly stopped. The colors of her iris swapped instantly as she was dormant to motion. This caused Khloe distress as she had a slight change of movement. She, the lady, turned over to the guards who followed her, she walked towards one, had her right hand placed on his head and suddenly rays and flares depicting the life source of the fellow flowed out of him and into her. She gasped at the power she absorbed as his yells engulfed the whole area in the first five seconds and after that,

"Stop! None of you are going anywhere!" Vera Hawthorn rushed over in three quick strides and planted herself right in front of me. She glared at me like I was a hopeless case. "Have you lost your mind? Do you even realize what you're doing? Donating blood for them is no different from selling yourself! Have you no shame?" Those familiar words sent a chill down my spine. Only then did I realize that I had been reborn. In my previous life, she had stopped me the exact same way. At the time, all I could think about was that someone's life was on the line. Besides, I had already come here prepared to donate blood voluntarily.