Mass Effect Fic Novels & Stories

Shi and I are very close, one mind, one opinion on almost everything. Promoted to Alpha Cillian’s second in command alongside Zeke, the whole Shadowlands army at my disposal, I should feel alive. Fizzing with a whole world of emotions, we’re at war goodness sake! Except everything is flat. I can’t put my finger on what it is. Well, I can. I just don’t want to. I’ve been numb since I told my first love to leave me and stay with her mate.

"Not just me. All of us." "All of us," I agreed. "But you're the catalyst. The glitch in their perfect system. And glitches have a way of bringing down even the most powerful machines." She smiled. "I like that. Being a glitch." "It suits you." We stayed like that for hours, just holding each other. The others rested nearby, recovering from the cathedral's horrors. Eventually, Mia spoke again. "When we get out of here. When we finally get those reincarnation tickets. Will you really come with me? Start a new life?"

His hole clenched involuntarily, slick with sudden, unnatural need. Damian groaned beside him, body arching. His own cock thickened instantly, leaking in zero-G, droplets floating like obscene pearls. “Alex” His voice was strained. “It’s… affecting us.” The artifact pulsed again. Stronger. Illusions bloomed. The medical bay walls dissolved. Suddenly they weren’t on the station anymore. They were back in the conference room at Apex—Lagos sunlight streaming through the glass, the long table beneath them. Alex was bent over it exactly as he had been months ago, naked, collared, Damian behind him, thrusting deep and claiming.

Morrow smiled. “Then she becomes me.” BACK TO SOLENE She walked through the safehouse one last time, staring at the world Rafael had built walls, scars, weapons, men like Lucien, girls like Beta, monsters like Morrow. She pulled down a photograph from the wall. One of her and Lucien. Old. Grainy. The night before her first official mission. She dropped it on the table. Lit a match. And whispered: “This time, I write the ending.” Flames curled up the edge of the picture.

Makes my teeth feel loose in my skull. I try to comfort him but touching his skin makes everything worse. The light threads spread from his fingers to mine. Crawl up my arms like living things. Burn cold against my flesh. Through the connection I see things. Flashes of possible futures that make me want to scream. I see Michael grown up but not human anymore. Eyes like black holes. Mouth full of teeth that don't belong in any earthly creature. Leading armies of things that were never born but summoned from places where physics don't work right.

The realm had. The sunlight flared one final time. And Elias disappeared. Gone. Expelled. Forcibly removed from the Spirit Realm. Silence followed. Complete. Absolute. I stood in the center of the restored chamber. Breathing heavily. Power still flowing around me. The diagram gone. The corruption gone. The shadows gone. And somewhere very far away— I felt Aella smile through the Bond. --- Elias POV I had children. The thought refused to leave my mind. For centuries I believed it impossible.

“Every single one of these is something I believed completely when I was under the tether. I would have bet my life on them being real.” Fiona stared at the films in my lap. “How then did he put them in your head?” Fiona asked. “From this, I would say it had something to do with the syringe,” I said. “Any memories on these films were forged.” Her eyes were down. “How then did you come back to yourself?” she asked. “Aurelian reversed it. After he got me out, his people used a compound that cleared it. Everything Cassian put in came out.” Fiona’s mouth was pressed tight. Her eyes were almost wet.

I whispered, my head resting on his broad, scarred chest. "We are here, Elara," he replied, his hand stroking my hair. "That is the only triage that matters." I looked at my hands, the gold-ringed eyes of the healer reflecting the simple, white light of the moon. The sci-fi era was a closed loop, a history of a reach that had gone too far. The future was not in the Polaris Cluster or the Andromeda Reach; it was in the silver lilies of the Fringe and the blood of the pack.

I move before I can change my mind—out the front door, past the heavy iron gates, without looking back. I’m not a teenager in a bad romance movie. I have money. I have options. I have a life outside of this… whatever this is. I’ll start over. I’ll start somewhere new. I want to outrun the death that’s been breathing down my neck ever since I woke up at that altar. I want to escape the poison Barbara fed me, and the cold, grey eyes of the man I’m accidentally starting to think too much of.

I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling my rapid heartbeat, inhaling and exhaling deeply to calm the adrenaline rush his news gave me. I kept reading. Maël: "I only managed to do it a few hours ago—yesterday was impossible, everyone was wasted. It was complicated, but I convinced them that I’d talk to Nikko, and they promised they wouldn’t interfere in this "matter" (their words). I’ll tell you the details when I get there. I’ll be leaving soon. I’ll find Nikko, tell him, and then head out. See you soon, babe. I’m crazy to see you."