Mass Effect Fanfiction React To Humans Novels & Stories

“You are way too pale for a human. Don’t you sleep?” I frown as I glance away from his stare. “Aren’t you going to fix yourself? After all, I hit you hard twice,” I say, changing the topic. He laughs as he smacks my back. “You’re a funny girl! We, the bloodlines of the Great Alphas, have a faster healing factor than any other wolf. You haven’t heard of the Great Alpha?” I shrug. His smile slightly falters. “Then, the decade war between humans and the wolves?”

Daphne pouted and grumbled, "You humans are so dull. Always tied down by your rules and morals. We Phantoms don't have that nonsense. If we want someone, we just go for full-on soul fusion—whenever, wherever." But in truth, her mind was spinning. Felix really seemed like he planned to wait for her sister to arrive. She was surprised that there was actually a human who was not scared of facing an S-tier Malevolent Phantom. Every other person she had ever encountered, even the strong ones, ran for their lives at just the mention of one.

The master says as he gets up from his chair. "And i am so thankful for that master" Alfred says slightly bowing his head to show some gratitude. "Ladies and gentlemen, I stand here to tell you this with so much happiness in my heart, the vampires are going to overpower the humans and every single being in this world, we wont have to share anything with them for we will take control of everything" he says out loud and this goes to every single vampire that was around.

I can't help but laugh at the mere memory of the look on the human's face. "There is a possibility that since your son chose her, the human assumes she has the right to defy you. Have you thought of that, love?" Amon suggests and quickly sinks back into his thoughts. I know how much he loathes humans in general and how disgusted he is when we talk about them. And it seems that his hatred for those filthy mutts grows on days. "I guess it could be because her survival instincts finally kicked in." Amon opens his eyes and locks his gaze with mine. "Did you get her near the border?" Before I can answer, Amon places his hand on my breast and cups it.

And that control was enough to shape what came next. --- Back at the library, drenched, exhausted, we sat in silence, letting the storm outside mirror the storm of adrenaline and tension within. Madison spoke first, voice quiet but firm. “He’s adapting faster than ever. But tonight… tonight, we made him human. And that’s the edge he can’t anticipate.” Ian leaned back, still grinning, exhausted but victorious. “We’ve pushed him to react. Not just anticipate. Not just survive. We’ve made him respond to *us*. For the first time.”

I say as I close my eyes and imagine the packhouse of Venom Fang as the air ripples and the portal appears. I have to be careful where I open portals, especially in the human world. If we were in our world, it wouldn’t matter. But alas, we aren’t. Humans would freak out if they knew. Well some do know of our existence. It’s not uncommon for humans to be mates to wolves but this is different, Mia can’t reject us. Since the war with the rogues many humans were killed and I had to use my abilities to erase minds and restore towns.

Shivery shudders inched their way up my abdomen. "You're not going to stop it," I wheezed. He didn't deny it. He answered with a cold, stiff glare instead. "So it was bound to happen. The humans have gotten too big-headed. They needed to be reminded whose planet this actually is." I clenched my fists trying to hold back. "So you just stood there and let Mother and Cindy pillage?" "They are doing what they need to do." I breathed slowly, deeply, as I fought to rip the whole room apart.

"What happens if I'm... just human?" Maeve's eyes were dark and serious, showing no desire to soften the truth. "The shock will be fatal. It's a massive influx of pure, wild energy. If your genetics don't have the wolf to grab onto, the human shell will simply shut down. You'll die quickly. But if you succeed, you'll walk out of here not as a disgraced Mate, but as a power no Alpha can touch." I tightened my grip on the vial. The hatred from Rhys, the casual cruelty of Jaxon, the memory of the salt-laced whip tearing my back open—it solidified my choice. I had nothing left to lose that I hadn't already lost.

"You mean it’s rewriting their nerves to match the mainframe? Like a grafting operation?" "Not grafting," Anji muttered, pulling his hands away. They were covered in a fine, translucent web of filament—micro-cables that had snaked out of the wall, seeking the heat of his touch. He flicked them off, his expression tightening into a mask of stone. "Colonizing. Every person left on this floor is becoming a living extension of the server. They aren't individuals anymore; they’re cells in a growing organ."

He raised a brow at my gesture. "One last drink before I die by your hands? It's clear I'm not the Ember-whatever-you-called-it witch." "I can see that, but Khal is never wrong. There's something I'm missing, and listening to you yap is not helping." I still held out the hand holding the bottle. "You said they eat humans, too. Maybe I pissed off the gods and the universe. I tend to drag a lot of attention because of my social status." He refused the bottle after three more attempts from me. I returned to the bed and helped myself with everything. I might as well be drunk while my heart was being ripped out.