Mass Effect Fanfiction Oc Genius Novels & Stories

Jax and Cole on the wings, Zane as the anchor, Rhys as the strategist, and Kael and Elara as the dual-core strikers. They funneled every ounce of their "Glitched" energy—the pain of the Ring, the warmth of the thaw, the sapphire light of the rebirth—into a single, jagged, un-calculatable pulse. The Crash of the Overmind Elara slammed her hand into the Root pillar. She didn't try to stop the deletion. She overloaded it with the Glitch. She forced the Architect Overmind to process the "Emotion" variable—a value that was mathematically infinite.

In this new paradigm, the very essence of dignity, freedom, and destiny for all creatures will be completely reshaped. Meanwhile, within a luminous planetary cluster nestled deep within the outer battlefield’s sixth level, an elderly man with flowing white hair and a lengthy beard gradually opened his eyes. He radiated an aura of immortality yet had a soft, gentle demeanor. His gaze instantly caused the surrounding planets to shift, attesting to his overwhelming presence. Suddenly, he looked in the direction of where James was, and a faint furrow creased his brow. “Gray clouds and thousands of bells chiming. Above the Genesis Power is where you find the Marciais Combat Form. The Nirvana Gold

Every inch of my damn body feel so jealous. "Matthew and I are set to marry tomorrow after the war is over. His father Alpha Lorenzo promised me that. You know what, Matthew told me that he was really disappointed with you. Everything we are in the enchanted garden, dating, or even having sex, he never forget to mention how he regret having a damn feelings for you before. That he should have listened to his father from the very beginning." I gathered my strength and tried to get myself out of this damn chair but I still could not do it, tiring myself in the end.

"Ever since you walked into my office in Chapter 151, my 'Data-Audits' have been failing. I close my eyes and I don't see 'Projections.' I see 'Spires.' I see a 'Violet-Winter' where I’m holding you in the 'Ash.' I see myself dying, Avery. I see myself 'Signing-Off' so you could live." This was the "High-Concept-Pivot." The "Residual-Technocracy" had tried to "Format" Dominic’s mind to keep him as their "Financial-Puppet," but they hadn't accounted for the "150,000-Word-Memory." Love, in this universe, wasn't an emotion; it was a "Genetic-Standard" that couldn't be "Un-Written."

“You went, full-on anime protagonist. No wonder they’re staring at you.” I froze. My stomach twisted uncomfortably. “Yeah… about that. They won’t stop. They just keep looking at me like—like I’m about to start glowing again or something.” “Well, duh,” she said, as if I was the unreasonable one. “You unlocked some mysterious, badass omega power. What do you expect? They’re probably trying to figure out if you’re going to shoot laser beams next.” I let my head fall back against the wall. “Great. So, I’m a freak.”

Lucas felt his chest tighten. "The result of what?" "Everything Genesis has been trying to create." The stranger pointed toward the compatibility readings. "Your bond doesn't behave like an ordinary pheromone response." "It stabilizes." "It strengthens." "And most importantly..." He looked at Lucas. "...your pheromone blindness doesn't interfere with it." Lucas stared at him. "My pheromone blindness?" "Yes." "Genesis believed an Omega who couldn't perceive pheromones normally would be difficult to influence."

"I… I don't know what the moon goddess has in mind, I don't know what she wanted when she destined us. I'm a murderer, a traitor, as they call me. I'm a cold person who hates practically everything in the world. I'm a rejected, but now I'm also a destined mate. For a long time I thought you wouldn't exist. At the end of the day... What could a rejected possibly give to his mate? Mary always insisted that you existed and that I should accept you, but I was always averse to those ideas and vowed to kill you as soon as I saw you." Occisor shuts up as he feels his mate's tense body, then begins to caress her back. Which makes her relax. "When I saw you transform, I thought it would be the most e

"Cross uses centralized tracking." Another pause. "This is decentralized." Interesting. Seraphine's expression darkened. She recognized it too. "I've seen this before." Silence. Oliver turned toward her. "Where?" For a moment— she didn't answer. Then quietly: "Inside Genesis." The room froze. Instantly. Because suddenly— the mysterious project from Maya's file wasn't just history. It was active. Present. Watching. Noah looked stunned. "You said you only heard rumors." "I did."

The answer he gave me made me breathless and somehow excited my inner Omega. "So what if they did? I bet you wanted to be my Omega in the first place." he slowly said. His husky voice thrilled me beyond belief. My thoughts drifted a bit to a possible future we can have if I, ever accepted him as my mate or vice versa. But my foolish thoughts only crumbled as soon as I remembered why I came back in the first place. The memories of the past that were already buried deep inside my head flowed like uncaged prisoners. It flows down as if it were reminding me of the wounds that I thought were already healed but were still open. Tears stream down my face unknowingly. Yet they never reach the floor

Some of the entries, however, were different. I saw a couple at a cafe today. The Alpha was laughing at something the Omega said, and I felt nothing. I do not know if that is normal or if this is what I am now. Empty. Father says I need to marry and find a “suitable Omega,” turning it into a business deal. The irony is not lost on me. I miss feeling things, but caring hurts, and I am done hurting. My eyes stung. I flipped to the last entry, just two weeks before our contract was signed.