Mass Effect Fic Novels & Stories

“And it doesn’t care if we’re ready.” Fia *****Midnight — Near the Command Fires***** It felt like someone had reached inside my head and turned a key. Images exploded behind my eyes. Fire. Blood. Finn screaming. Mama crying. A world in ruins. I dropped to my knees. “Fia!” Finn cried. “What’s wrong?” “I can see too much,” I gasped. “It’s opening. The prophecy, it’s not sleeping anymore.” Lucian knelt in front of me, his presence dark and heavy.

--- A pull. --- Subtle. --- But undeniable. --- Her breath slowed. --- Her vision sharpened— --- Then blurred. --- The present flickered. --- And for a moment— --- She wasn’t there anymore. --- She was back. --- Before the system. --- Before the war. --- Before everything broke. --- The lab was smaller then. --- Warmer. --- Alive with possibility instead of control. --- And he was there. --- Not as a fragment. --- Not as a construct. ---

She was the coolest babysitter ever and she was she only one I didn’t actually hate. She was there when I hurt myself playing with the other cubs. She even slept with me before I went to alpha camp. I thought we really had something going and with distance, that tiny crush grew into something more. I thought I would find her waiting for me but, she became Luna, choosing my dad as her mate. I was heartbroken but I pushed the feelings off. Instead, I opted to come out to human university and learn quantum physics. I really didn’t care what it was I studied but it just seemed appropriate as I was reasonably good at it. I went around cheering and talking to people. Well, things were absolutely g

The doctor had to stitch ten times before my hand was barely saved. When Vivian dragged me to the rooftop in my previous life, I did not resist because my body was already completely drained. I could not even break free from one of her fingers. There was another reason. I had already stopped wanting to live. As I fell, there was no fear in my heart. Instead, there was a faint joy at the thought of being freed. Seeing that demon again, every cell in my body screamed for me to stay away. The terror carved into my bones had not faded at all, even after living again.

Lucien said, a low laugh vibrating in his chest as he took the glass and poured me another heavy splash. I didn't listen to their banter. I snatched the glass back and kept drinking. Absolutely nothing mattered to me in that moment other than completely numbing the ache splitting my skull. Now that I had successfully gotten his attention, everything else—the plan, the future, the apocalypse—could be dealt with tomorrow. Still, a small, irritating thought lingered in the back of my mind. ‘Why haven't I received a [Quest Successful] notification yet?’ It bothered me. I had risked a literal brain bleed to get here, so where was my reward?

One Way Talk ... Phasma Phase/Book 2 has come to an end! Thank you for reading Phases 1 and 2 of Phasma! Carefree days are over as the new school year begins, coupled with new challenges, battles, mysteries and danger that seem to follow our characters everywhere they go. Book 2 Phase 3: In Which Alliances are Made comes up next! The group of friends 'pick-up' a mysterious young man they found unconscious on the ground on their way back to the dormitories. He seems to know Dorin, but calls him a different name.

Ahmya sighs but doesn’t respond to this because I know she feels the same. We reach the mansion door and walk towards the stone steps; I can feel my father’s aura when I see his vehicle in the distance, but this time I’m not scared. This will work; it has to. But even as I think this, I can feel the mate bond hanging by a thread as fine as a strand of hair - Baron has ‘killed’ Fenriz, and now the games begin. “Let me handle everything; you pretend to sleep,” Ahmya says, and before I can respond, she walks toward my father when the SUV door opens. “Please forgive me for everything I am about to say or do, Umiko.”

It made things more interesting. "As of today we will embrace our darkness and allow it to rule in order to save the universe." I declared which had Sasha and Mazaya's mother whimper. They would never be dark but soon they would live in a completely dark realm.

I reached for the memories of the shifters who had died, for the love Silas had given me in the dark, and for the sacrifice Fenris had made to seal the Mother. I didn't look for a weapon. I looked for a **Story**. *“In the beginning,”* I whispered, *“there was a girl who was told she was nothing.”* The white light of the Cleaners hit us. But it didn't dissolve us. It hit the "Story" and stalled. The Mirror-Man tilted his head, his reflective face rippling with confusion. "Analysis: Subject is attempting to write a Narrative-Layer over the Null-State. Logic dictates this is impossible. Narratives require a Foundation."

"You failed to manage the asset, Malphas. You let the 'Independence' module leak into the main drive. You're fired." Malphas didn't scream. He didn't even have time to blink. He simply turned into a stream of red numbers and was sucked into the woman’s staff. He was gone. Deleted. Not as a character, but as a person. "Rowan, we have to move," I said, pulling at his arm. "If we stay here, we’re just 'parts' to them." "Where... where can we go, Kaima?" Rowan asked. He looked at the sky, which was now filled with massive, silver ships that looked like giant eyes. "The world is being deleted. There is no 'outside' left."