Mass Effect Fanfiction Synthetic Humanity Novels & Stories

“Your father has possessed the genius to recognize the weakness of mankind: The Humanity itself. We're vulnerable to greed, illness, emotional misery. He programmed Ouroboros to clean this planet. And he has you designed to get out of this ash. You're perfect, son. Your spirit, Your biology... you're evolution." The avatar raised a flawless, synthetic hand and pointed to me, Nova and Silas. “But you put dirt in my sanctuary. These obsolete models. See you not how bad they are? They're bleeding. They're afraid. You are the reason why

she said into her comms as she watched the ships disappear into the teal clouds. "We have the data," Xander’s voice came back, grim and focused. "We know how they’re doing it. But Elias isn't just selling power anymore. He’s building an army of 'Synthetic-Supernaturals.' He’s trying to replace the pack with a product." Meanwhile, at the Mariana Trench, the Siren-Class Harbinger let out a sound that wasn't a scream, but a laugh. She wasn't fighting the surface alone anymore. The greed of the humans had given her the perfect weapon.

But alliances were double-edged blades; trust came slow in our world. A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts. Mara slipped in, her tablet dimmed to avoid disturbing the sleepers, her face illuminated by its glow. She was disheveled—hair escaping her ponytail, dark circles under her eyes from hours bent over code—but her energy crackled like static. "Alpha," she whispered, glancing at Ava and the bassinet with a rare softness before turning businesslike. "The downloads from the bunker are decrypted. It's worse than we thought. Hanlon wasn't just experimenting; he was building an army. Synthetic wolves—genetically altered hybrids, resistant to silver, programmed for loyalty to him. Notes on d

I managed to choke out, my voice a ruined rasp. I tried to reach for him, but the shockwave of the resonance kept me pinned. I could only watch as the man who had built my cage began to liquefy. His synthetic skin bubbled and peeled, revealing the skeletal machinery beneath. His amber eye—the one that had looked at me with such clinical greed—was now wide, leaking a fluid that looked too much like human salt. He turned his head toward me one last time. The bionic eye was dark, but the human one was clear. For the first time in seven years, I didn't see the Nightfall CEO. I saw the starving boy from the basement.

I won't have a conscience of things that are going on around me. But the witches..... They fooled me so that I would become a skeleton inside a preserved coffin. Well! I'm lucky enough to have manipulated the mind of my mate into making her way toward the coffin. She's also the only individual who can see the coffin and hut among all humans. Besides, she's also the only human who can see supernatural creatures. Now that I had drained her blood and regained my flesh..... I believe that it's now time for me to end my cruel life. When I finally decided to leave this world... I became stuck.

"There's no more where that came from." The water had revived me a little, and I no longer felt like a zombie stuck on some dry, sun drenched desert. "Can't you please give me a little more? It's just water." "You're my prisoner, you get what I give you." I thought I was Alpha Khals prisoner, but oh well. "It's bad enough I was told to babysit a little human girl like you, but now I've been turned into some low level server as well." He growled and his voice took on a menacing tone.

"I don't care about going back. I gave you the codes to the lower vault. I gave you the security layout for Sector One. Now give me what you promised." The commander tapped a sequence on the glass screen. A long row of silver arms swung out from the top of the metal pod, each tipped with long, delicate needles that hummed with a low, high-frequency buzz. "The synthetic serum will rewrite your muscle tissue and bone density," the commander said, his voice smooth and detached. "You will possess the physical attributes necessary to enforce order. But the physical transformation requires complete neural synchronization. The mental feed must remain active." "The Mirage Trap," Julian muttered, ste

I said I looked at Dane. Red didn't seem quite interested In the conversation as he had his head lowered. Dane on the other hand fixed his whole attention on me. "The battle with River made me lose my internal organs didn't it? it's quite logical I need an organ transplant but was Adams own the only one available? You guys literally turned me into a half wolf, human human!" I said and Dane shut his mouth quickly. "That said and done I would like to request something" I said and Dane stared at me confusedly

The heat of his body, the tension in his muscles–it all grounded her. Melania’s eyes darted between them, the glow at her fingertips pulsing brighter. “You all think you’re strong enough to beat me?” she spat, her lip curled in disgust. “I won’t let you hurt her anymore,” Micah snarled. “This is over.” “Isn’t this just fucking perfect? My mate choosing a human over me? Over my dead body.” She reached out, a glowing sigil forming at her fingertips–until something flickered in the air.

LUCIAN’s POV. My jaw tightened as I avoided his gaze. Dominick was about to go crazy and I could see it. The anger in his voice; the pain in his eyes. He wouldn’t mind ending me if you handed him a gun right now. But I couldn’t accept that fact, how could the moon goddess give me a human mate? Yes, I didn’t want a woman but then, how could Dominick be my mate? The same Dominick who didn’t like anything that stressed him out. How would I be able to cope with everything?