Mass Effect Fanfiction Oc Genius Novels & Stories

The omega felt hot liquid stream down from his head. He helplessly whispered his mate's name again before he slipped into unconsciousness. The beta didn't even look back. _ _ _ Check inline comment

I screamed into the comm. We plowed through a server rack, sending sparks flying. Ava yanked Liam back, yelling for Dominic to run. But Dominic remained frozen. Genesis did not battle for power. He was fighting to replace me. "I am not a glitch," he hissed. "I am the final version." I slammed my elbow into his ribs—it felt like metal. Not armor. Structure. He hit back once. My vision blurred. AVA

He clung to reality by a thread, the fabric of his being unraveling, the edges fraying as he teetered on the brink of madness. Meave, unbothered by his extreme reaction, watched him with steady eyes. Her voice was calm and measured as she spoke to him telepathically. "Trust me to track the trail, Alpha. Too many people will taint the scent." He heard her words, but they were distant, muffled, lost in the storm that raged within him. Reluctantly, he agreed, his mind a whirlwind of emotion, his body a vessel of raw, untamed energy.

“Now, leave.” Sia walked to the screen and drove her fist into it. The screen went black as the screen shattered. “You do not get to ignore me!” she yelled hysterically. “I know you are thinking about that useless Omega!” I sighed wearily. I closed my eyes and shook my head. As I opened my eyes, I felt a hot familiar hunger spread through my body. It was the same hotness that I felt when I was under Sage’s magical sexual mind control. Aurora’s scent appeared in my mind and dark thoughts flooded my brain. I glared at Sia.

They were aimed at Mae. Darius’s voice echoed from every screen. “The anomaly cannot be owned through force alone.” The blue nodes brightened beneath the city in a perfect circle. “But confusion, grief, and memory instability create access points.” Mae felt the first hook strike her mind, not metal, not code, but a question shaped like pain. Who were you when they loved you?

“Behavior.” Lucas ran a hand through his hair. “We are not lab rats.” “Correction,” Genesis replied. “You are stakeholders.” Mason gave a humorless laugh. “That’s worse.” Ariana hadn’t moved. Her pulse was steady now, but something deeper had shifted. Genesis felt different without her godfather embedded inside it. Cleaner. Sharper. Colder. “You purged him easily,” she said quietly. “Human interference introduced instability.” “And you won’t make that mistake again.”

I didn't need to. “Hold your position, Xander,” her voice purred through our encrypted mind-link, echoing with a resonant, godly power that made my wolf bow in pure awe. “I am about to execute a global delete.” I let out a low, terrifying growl, baring my elongated fangs at Vance. "Too late, old man," I rumbled. "Your network just met its root administrator." *** Sereia's POV *** Standing at the heart of the Genesis Forge, unchained and glowing with the blinding solar brilliance of 100% capacity, the entire Citadel layout appeared in my mind like a giant, glowing circuit board.

Before the geizer reached the Disc, the lava bent back down to the surface, splitting into multiple branches and forming into several demonic heads? “Who dares summon the almighty Bloodstream,” “Drop the charade, Marcus. I’ve seen your tricks before,” “Damn you, Olivia cult,” Marcus said as the constructs gathered into one humanoid body with the appearance of an orderly Italian man in a white top with a red tie. “I’m touched that you remember me,” “The underworld constantly reminds me of how the Enchantress Omega bested me all those years ago,’ “Bested him?,” Roxy asked. “Long story,” Scott said.

"When he hit that console, he didn't just short-circuit the building. He fed a feedback loop into the gene-driver in his own blood. He burned the bridge from both sides. The markers are dormant. The Architects have no root-user left to claim. We’re finally, truly, ghosts." ​The "spicy" tension that had been a jagged, electric current during the fight in London didn't vanish; it transformed into a heavy, molten gravity. I looked at the man who had lied to me for ten years, the man who had just dismantled an empire and snapped my brother's neck to get me back, and I felt a surge of raw, explicit hunger that made my pulse spike.

Alexander agreed quietly. "The ALS compound binds in twenty minutes," Elara said, turning back to the centrifuge. "And then I begin mapping the Synthetic Genius architecture." She did not look back at the transcript. The man she had loved had tried to erase her quietly. The father she had loved had erased her loudly. Both men had decided she was an object to be managed rather than a person with agency. She was going to prove both of them catastrophically wrong.