Mass Effect Fic Novels & Stories

The present dark of the mining complex and the hands that were no longer carrying her. Marcus—or the protocol wearing him—reached for her with his remaining hand. I forced the spatial realm open one final time through pure refusal and stored the entire local volume around his central mass in a single, ugly, capacity-breaking pull. The void took him mid-reach. The residual Continuity lattice fought isolation the same way the advanced direct-action gear had fought it. The system screamed residual overload. Blood ran freely from my nose, ears, and the corner of one eye. The materialization scar sealed.

I lost control over myself again. My body ran and leaped towards Aaron. I'm seeing him from a bloody lens. He's dangerous, like how I saw Luna Asfara before I killed her. I needed to stop myself before I could make the same mistake again, but I felt so powerless over my wolf. I don't want to see Aaron die in my own hands, but I can't even close my eyes.

“I’ll be back!” Sending a quick text to Sasha and Damian, Zen informed them he would briefly move back to the third floor for his specialisation quest progression. Damian quickly replied that he was also doing something similar, as he was teleported to a different space dimension. According to the cyborg, his quest did not allow something like a Force Magician who could utilise the laws of physics to create miracles. However, his forceful reasoning with the game developer opened a new path, so he had to take a special calibration test.

“And to top it off, I have no clue what you’re talking about. I don’t even know you!” “I regret to inform you, this occurs when one departs from the celestial realm. All memories of their past lives on various planets, including the life they led there, fade away. However, through meditation, one might regain these memories. It requires strong willpower and mental stability. I apologize for the consequences of my first mission, which was entrusted to me by my mother and carried high stakes. There was no other option. As for manipulating your actions and making you believe you had four mates, I have no excuse. All I can do is offer my apologies. Zane and Dante are my twin souls, and Jarek is

I said to her with a very strong voice, but she pretended not to hear what I said. I angrily kicked off her hand. "Don't you want to hear my story again?" She asked, and I paused, looked back, and continued moving. "To hell with your story, bitch!" I started running. I had my safe haven, and that was where I wanted to go and calm my mind. I already lost my sanity because everything romantic irritates me a lot at that moment. As I sat down in the cold ambiance on the beach, I felt a hand on my shoulder, trying to give me a message. With force, I kicked the hands off, and I stood up with the notion to destroy the rogue. It was the patient.

When that purple sun in the sky was no longer a star but had transformed into a gigantic mechanical eye watching over the entire solar system, a strange shiver ran through my chest as thousands of mechanical humans resembling Lucas rose from the ocean and knelt before me. There was no familiar warmth in their eyes—only the burning fire of war. They were Lucas’s ‘backup army,’ created beneath the surface of Mars over the past ten years for a final battle.

The emotion in her was vivid through her eyes. "I'm sorry, I- It's because of me we are rejected. I should have behaved properly, more like a woman if I say in their words." I fiddled with my hand on my lap. Tears blurring my vision, I saw a paw then a mass being laid on my lap. It was grey. I wiped away the tears with the end of my hoodie. A hoodie. I wasn't wearing a hoodie that day. "Where are we,grey?" "we are in your thoughts"

Massimo * I stayed in my office, sitting on the couch, not knowing what to do next after changing my password and removing her fingerprint from my phone. This was what I always wanted in my life, but now that I had it, I wasn’t feeling it right. One of the reasons behind this feeling was that I felt guilty for hurting Felicity. Grabbing my phone, I thought to call and check on her because her situation would be worse than mine; after all, she wasn’t an Alpha blood.

to being a Source. I stood on the balcony, watching the real stars—the ones that didn't talk back. Félix walked up behind me, his hand finding mine. His hoyuelos were back, and his emerald aura was warm and steady. "So," he whispered, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of honey and the cold night air. "We just told the entire galaxy to go to hell. How are the next thirty-four chapters looking?" "Busy, Lixie," I laughed, leaning my head on his shoulder. "Because if they can't upload us, they're going to try to Delete us."

The excitement in every word was irritable. That voice... That sarcasm I knew only too well... It belonged to that sick system. “Current assessment: Too much bloodshed for today.” My lips twitched weakly, but no words fell. “Sufficient kill count for advancement." Advancement? Where were we advancing to? I wondered as my thoughts drifted away, but not before I heard a small whimper. “All surviving players will now be transferred to the First Reward Center." And with that, the world dissolved. _______________________