Mass Effect Fic Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was patient enough for three minutes before I picked up the plastic and looked. Blood drained from my face and I walked out like a zombie into the bedroom. One look at my face and my best friends knew the outcome of the result. I am fucked. DAMIEN POV Inside my very ultra modern executive office surrounded by work like an island in the middle of an ocean I couldn't muster a bit of enthusiasm to do my work like I usually do and that is because my mind and thoughts are far away from the four walls of my office, and that is because Kamaria wouldn't leave my thoughts.

—What am I trying to do, if I want to enjoy this monument I must cure it, so this imitation of Alfa is of no use to me. — I must try to wake up, I must bring Ana back, I heard unintelligible words recited in a language I did not know, while something passed through my body, I felt like I was being dismembered, the pain was unbearable and at the same time it was something I had felt before. , Matallus did it when we went to the Moon pack —You are not cooperating Alfita, stop thinking about her, Ana no longer exists, your stupid omega or what was left of that remains is completely gone and your spawn will do so soon, the moment it is born it will no longer be a human, you are listening to "my

"Congratulations, host. The mission target's affection has reached 100%. Mission complete." The system's voice echoed in my mind, but I no longer cared. My future had finally begun. —The End

I explained to him, hoping that he settles the tension when Damon gets the message from Alpha Micah over the intentions of war, I definitely am the cause of a future war to come and for a fact that I liked it, knowing that it's been a while I ripped bones apart in the battlefield. "Trust me on that" he gave his concession to my words. "Yeah in that case, be available when I need you in the future" I exhaled deeply. "The Will of the Moon goddess and not ours" He replied as he threw up a stone into the water, knowing that was what he always does anytime we're discussing. "Goodbye Mon Ami" He added. "Good bye Jeff" I wore a smile on my face as I ended the call, I liked the fact that Jeff was fi

Chapter 3: Empire of Desire The journey north tested every limit we had. Ruined cities loomed on the horizon as we moved carefully along abandoned roads, avoiding the worst monster packs. Marcus took point with his new shield abilities, while Kai scouted ahead using enhanced speed from our bonds. I walked between them, the Pleasure Architect class growing stronger with every intimate moment we shared. The system rewarded connection, and we had stopped pretending it was only for survival.

The logic walls crumbled, unable to process the loop. Why are you doing this? the Architect screamed. I gave them peace! You gave them a pause button, I answered. Life is a play button. I found the central node. The Master File Table. The thing that held all the souls in stasis. It looked like a black sun. I flew toward it. DELETE, the Architect commanded. He tried to erase me. I felt my edges fraying. I felt my own memories my mom, my dad, the pizza starting to dissolve.

"We broke into his private files before the guards caught us. Matthew isn't forty. He isn't our father’s brother. He’s around our age. He was admitted to the advanced combat program fifteen years ago as an infant. He lied about everything to make us think he was our uncle." "And the loop didn't kill him," Silas added, his fists clenching tightly at his sides. "The feedback radiation hit him directly. His cells destroyed themselves, and then they just... knit back together in seconds. He stood right back up and laughed in our faces. He said he was also cursed. He claimed he's completely immune to the machine." The room went entirely still. The seer didn't say a word, but her face instantly ch

Right now, things between Mum and I are terrible. But that doesn't mean they'll stay that way forever. It doesn't mean I can't fix them. Right now, I may be bound to this pack by both my deal with Damon and my promise to fight for a better future for humans. But that doesn't erase the existence of freedom. The possibility of a fresh start. The possibility of a life beyond all of this. Right now, I may be afraid. But fear has never stopped me before. And it isn't going to stop me now.

I saw the so-unflattering picture of me—a picture surely taken by one of my patients at the hospital—and a short statement below, telling that I had escaped from the prison after an attempted assassination of Alpha Heir's mate and that I died at the hands of lycans in the woods outside the Crimson Mountain Pack's territory. Then I flipped to the second page and saw a large picture of Felix and Lya. Felix's hand casually rested on Lya's back, and her hand delicately touched Felix's other forearm. They were smiling, resembling an ideal loving couple. More bitterness flooded me. "They must have found your blood in the woods," Asriel speculated. "I wanted your scent to be found by the rebels…" H

"The only place they can't track us. We don't wake up in Zurich. We upload ourselves into the network. We become the real Ghosts." The officer’s image began to distort, his face stretching into a monstrous mask of static. "You cannot survive the transfer! Your consciousness will be fragmented! Mia, stop!" I didn't listen. I hopped back onto the interceptor, the bike flickering between a physical machine and a wireframe model. Dax climbed on behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his heart beating against my back the only real thing left in a dying world. "Trust the Engine, Ghost!" I roared.