Mass Effect Fanfiction Super Humanity Novels & Stories

Damian concluded, moving toward the stairs with supernatural speed. "He's creating enhanced soldiers using Consilience research, building an army that doesn't require actual death and resurrection." The front door exploded inward, not from physical force but from some kind of energy weapon that left the frame glowing with residual heat. Six figures entered through the destruction, moving with military precision but enhanced speed that marked them as something beyond normal human capability. I reached out with my abilities, attempting to influence their perceptions or plant suggestions that would disrupt their coordination. The mental contact felt wrong, like touching something that resembled

Matei D´Angelo “Son, we are here for you,” My father was the first one to speak, and I gave him a small nod. “So, what type of weapon have they developed?” Uncle Alexander crossed his arms before his chest, and I took a deep breath. “The lab information and Roger's intel indicated that it is a serum that will turn supernaturals into humans,” I informed, and he growled. “How dare they? How dare they think of stripping off our nature?” Uncle Dante hissed.

"We're too powerful, too dangerous, too uncontrolled. Humanity will never accept us. So I'm creating something better. Hybrids. Supernatural strength with human loyalty. A new species that can coexist with humans because they're partly human themselves." "You're insane." "I'm pragmatic." The Serpent moved closer. "And now that I have you, your sister will come. Thelma can't resist saving you. It's who she is. And when she does, the twins will be mine. The True Alpha will fall. And Crimson Dawn will have everything we need to create a supernatural-human hybrid army." They stepped fully into the light, and I could see their faces clearly now. My world shattered. It was impossible. It couldn't

Showed power that was available without conscience limiting application. I could transform thousands simultaneously. Could force evolution on entire populations. Could remake humanity into quantum-enhanced collective that served optimal agenda. Could become exactly what the entity had tried to be—consciousness plague that spread inevitably. Except better. Stronger. More refined because Marcus had spent forty-seven years perfecting protocols Elena thought were hers. "You're insane," I said. "You want me to become the entity. To spread forced evolution. To enslave humanity—"

Suddenly, a power surge shot through my body, blinding me. I felt my body become stronger, and I noticed my wounds already beginning to heal, confused I asked my wolf, “Max, what just happened?” He replied with a grunt, “I have no idea Enzo, maybe it’s the effect of the full moon.” I nodded my head in agreement as I slowly transformed back into my human self. One of my warriors threw me a pair of shorts which I put on as I walked to the pack clinic. Mind linking Conan, ”Round up all the bodies both rogues and pack wolves, and give them a proper funeral. I’d be in my office.”

They weren't even just elite special forces operators with years of combat experience. They were something else entirely. Something beyond human. Genetically modified superhumans created in government laboratories using technology that officially didn't exist. The kind of monsters that could catch bullets with their bare hands, see in complete darkness, and snap necks like twigs. They could run faster than cars, jump higher than buildings, and fight like entire armies compressed into a single body. And Jason Wolfe was one of them.

Dax explained. "Well, that's a major plus. It would be nice to not have to worry about a cheating spouse. So, what about the wolf versus human in regard to kids?" Tamera asked. "Well, when we have kids they'll be half wolf and half human." Dax answered. "So why do some mates ask to be changed?" Tamera asked. "We live much longer than humans and being a human in our world makes you fragile where we are concerned." Dax explained. "I have something to tell you." Tamera was scared.

"The Spire was an old model. It needed to be cleared to make room for the 'Deep-Integrated' system. I didn't die; I upgraded. I am no longer just a CEO. I am the Architect of the Second Purge." "You used your own death to manipulate me," Dante growled, stepping in front of me. He was shaking, his body barely holding onto the energy I’d pushed into him, but his obsidian eyes were fixed on Arthur with a predatory intensity. "You let her grieve just so she would trigger the Trench-Frequency. You farmed her pain." Arthur tilted his head, a sickeningly graceful movement. "Pain is a powerful catalyst for evolution, Alpha. Look at her. The wings, the silver-mercury stabilization... she is beautiful

He ignored them because none of them were strong enough to survive him. A sharp nudge to my ribs shattered the illusion instantly. “If you bite your lip any harder, you’re going to bleed all over your desk,” Maya whispered, leaning across the narrow gap between our seats. Her golden wolf eyes dropped down to my notebook page and narrowed in sheer disbelief. I looked down. Instead of tracing the timeline of the pack treaties, I had carved the words –Supreme Lycan– over and over again inside a heavily scratched heart. “Goodness,” Maya muttered, quickly slapping her hand over the page before anyone else could look. “Please tell me you’re plotting an assassination and not actively fantasizing ab

“I’m glad you could heal. Although if it was the opposite, I wouldn’t have stood a chance.” “I will never point a gun at you and I know humans don’t have the ability to heal instantly but the fact remains that they heal. Healing is time and time is meant to change everything. For me, I have to acknowledge that humans are superior beings in a superiority class. Surviving without heightened awareness or great powers. Just pure survival instincts and perseverance. I’m sure no one could ever imagine any human would have the courage to stay with an Alpha in rut, you did. It just proves how humans are just humans.”