Mass Effect Fic Novels & Stories

A scarred, warm, human hand. "I've got you," Nevan’s voice whispered in the silence. Chapter 92 was finished. The mafia of the stars had been bankrupted. And as the souls of a billion worlds began to scatter back into the dark, I realized that the "design" had finally been replaced by a story. Our story.

Matteo blinks. “We what.” “We stay,” I repeat. “We make sure he finishes this.” Aidan’s expression shifts. Surprised. “You don’t have to—” “I know,” I cut in. I meet his eyes. “I’m choosing to.” Matteo exhales. “Okay. Sure. Why not. We’re already on the alien warship during the beginning of a cosmic apocalypse. Might as well commit.” Despite everything— Aidan smiles. Just a little. And for a moment—

It really hurts to see them this way but I must do my job and bring them to Master Klayton once I return. I got off of my van and walked towards their dead bodies. I carried them altogether as I can do that as an alien. I then opened the backdoor of my van and put them there. I positioned them sitting at the back as if they were still alive and just sleeping. “I know that your spirits will still roam around this planet for a day, enjoy that one day and we will go back to your planet together with Mingchan.” I mumbled while smiling at them. I really hoped that in the future, you will be given a chance to be recreated and reprogrammed again to be a human’s girlfriend.

[The Puppet Master] The dawn over New Macau was a cruel, mocking gold, painting the ruins of the Core in a beauty we hadn't earned. Jinyan’s hand was a vice around mine, his knuckles white, his breath hitched in a jagged rhythm that signaled the return of the ghost. The monitor’s red text—Biological Overwrite Initiated—wasn't just a notification; it was the sound of a lid closing on a coffin.

Chapter 7: Doubts Mathias I walk back to the coffee shop, feeling like a complete and utter ass. Mikhail and Nevaeh are sitting in a corner kissing and cuddling. It’s as if they’re in their own little world. Their affection brings me back to that kiss with Cassia. I’m still feeling unbalanced by how good it felt. It was an incredible kiss, but we can never be. I cannot betray Marael again.

“You cannot erase those emotions.” The false Nova smiled faintly. “I can rewrite them.” Nova shook her head. “No.” She placed her hand over her heart. “You can copy them. You can twist them.” Her voice grew stronger. “But you cannot create them.” The pulse surged suddenly. The illusions flickered. The Architect spoke slowly. “Interesting theory.” Nova smiled faintly. “Not theory.” The anchor faction moved closer behind her. The woman spoke quietly. “We believe her.” The younger man added, “So do I.”

“But keep attacking my children, and-” “I didn’t mean it,” I interrupt the vampire. “Gannicus was in my space, and he…” I look away from Amias and straight at Gannicus instead. “I suffered too. You heard The Fates. I was bonded to a wolf… I had no business being with.” “Oh, right,” Amias says a little sheepishly and runs his hand over his whiter than white hair. “We didn’t actually hear what The Fates had to say. One moment, we were still in the shadow realm.”

She said. Mazel chipped in thoughtfully "What's in it for us my lady?" He asked. "The blood of a Dhampir!" She responded. With warm smiles, they walked away and out of the room like robots. With every steps they took, the ground scorched like molten lava just walked through. ☆☆☆☆☆ Nexus Of The Planet In the middle of nowhere, they appeared with accumulations of lights. The crew felt like their entire body just disassembled and arranged rapidly, they haven't experienced such but with William, everything felt so possible.

The greedy to be Bianchi’s partner will get their mind, and each of the clan will try to eliminate Mateo Ricci, and while they are on it – they are not going to spare Faith either, knowing that if she lives – she will steal their chances of leading the century-old alliance. The effect of the drug Mateo gave Faith has started to wear off, but it wasn’t completely off yet. She could process what was happening around her, but she was still a little dizzy. Her speech was still a little slurry, and she could stand on her feet longer than before. By the time the drug started to wear off, she was drenched in sweat. Her blouse was sticking to her skin, and her black bra could be seen through the fab

I stared at the fruit, the weight of my new, heavy limbs making it feel like an alien artifact, proof that I was finally a physical intruder in a world that felt too solid to be true. "You’re bleeding," he whispered. He wasn't looking at my face. He was looking at my hand, where the dark smudge of the virus was pulsing under my skin like a trapped moth. "Characters don't bleed ink in the real world. That’s not how physics works." "I don't care about your physics," I said. My voice sounded deeper here, vibrating in a chest that felt disturbingly heavy. "Where is Maya?" He scrambled toward a terminal on the desk, his fingers hovering over the keys as if they were a shield. "I told you. The tra