Mass Effect Fanfiction Oc Genius Novels & Stories

He did something far more terrifying. He "Merged" his own marrow with the girl’s. "I'm the Admin!" Kaelen screamed. "And I'm 'Signing' her as my 'Co-Author'!" The gold-and-sapphire light of the Genesis and the scentless vacuum of Elora detonated in a final, terminal pillar of "Biological Chaos."

His eyes wide with terror. “No!” My younger voice cracks as I trash against the restraints. “Don't touch him!” My uncle doesn't even look at me “An alpha cannot have a heart, it is a weakness.” He says calmly. Elias adjusts the controls on the machine. “Male Omegas bonds are genetic anomalies.” Auriel’s voice booms. “They destabilize Alpha blooodlines.” My heart slams violently against my ribs. “You can't do this!” I roar, Fenir’s anger coming out of me.

“Killing a human is no way of showing strength.’’ There it was again, his fingers abruptly wrapping around her neck. He forces her to look at him, his eyes return to bloodshot red. His wolf had emerged. Angry and disappointed. “For the commander of the warriors, and a man rumored to be a showcase of great strength, You have a weak daughter and I am compelled to think that this is what you've taught her.’’ Her father's head remains cast down. Alpha Roman looks at Elena with so much revulsion. Just like her father often did. But there was a difference. His fingers around her throat don't only give her fear but arousal. That's impossible, right? How was it possible that a weak omega was p

Dante roared, trying to pull me back. "Listen to me!" I shouted over his shoulder. "She wants the 'Original' DNA? I’m #3! I’m the most resilient one you’ve ever made, remember? If I merge with the 'Original,' the frequency will loop. It’ll create a 'Feedback-Crawl' that will fry the ship’s OS—and Elena with it."

The silence from the other end of the line was deafening. Lucian let out a low, dark laugh. He leaned down and kissed Thalynn, a short, sharp burst of passion that tasted of victory. "You see? I told you. The brain is far more dangerous than the fist." Thalynn sat back in his chair, the red glow of the Sovereign Layer reflecting in his eyes. He realized then that he was no longer an Omega playing at being an Alpha. He was something entirely new—a third caste that the Academy didn't have a name for yet.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

My sister, Cindy Gardner, and I are fraternal twins. She gets to be the elder sister because she comes out one minute before me, making me the younger brother. Luckily, there's little difference between us when it comes to intelligence. Throughout our school years, one of us always ranks first, and the other comes in second. But after three years of competing in high school, with me coming in second every time, I calmly agree to keep her secret about dating a delinquent named Rodney Sloan. Then the guaranteed-admission spots to Belton University, the country's top university, become available. Our homeroom teacher calls Cindy and me into her office. "There are two guaranteed-admission

“It never was.” A Genius Takes Notice In a dimly lit apartment overlooking a foreign skyline, fingers flew across a keyboard with elegant precision. Lines of code unfolded like poetry. The man paused, eyes narrowing as a familiar pattern emerged—subtle, layered, unmistakable. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he murmured. He leaned back, pushing his glasses up his nose. “S-Coded didn’t just wake up,” he said softly. “She chose to be seen.” He pulled up May Austin’s public profile.

My intellect fails to register the parameters, but my muscles permit his alpha strength to direct my frame into the exact position. Fine, my internal wolf identifies the authentic reason—because Kael engineers spectacular, mind-shattering orgasms, and just as his cousin Kieran vocalised across the network, my line is effectively functioning as Kael’s whore. Which registers as an intensely hot carnal file at this exact microsecond, completely independent of how ugly the text felt an hour ago when my eyes initially harvested the print.

Alessia didn’t trust anything but her own shadow anymore. She sat in her old study, now repurposed into a war room. The drive Aria had given her blinked with encrypted files—contracts, blueprints, photos of compounds in countries that didn’t exist on any legitimate map. But what made her blood run cold were the test results. “Human trials,” she whispered. Dante leaned over her shoulder, eyes scanning the same document. “Genetic manipulation… enhancement serums… mind-control prototypes?” “He’s not just building a criminal empire,” she muttered. “He’s building a new species of soldier.”