Mass Effect First Contact War Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Then: “Yeah. I think there’s more out there. Other protocols. Other secrets.” He exhaled. “That’s what I thought. And… I want in. Whatever the next fight is, I’m with you.” Mira turned to face him fully. For the first time since the Phantom incident, her eyes softened completely. And then she kissed him. Not like a program calculating success. Not like a girl surviving on instincts. But like someone finally choosing something for herself. In the shadows below the building, a small lens blinked red. Across the continent, inside a dormant AI base buried beneath bedrock, another screen lit up.

Satisfied. Dante walked over to me, his hand trembling as he touched my cheek. "Zora... your eyes." "I know," I whispered. "We have the Spire," he said, looking at the city below. "But we’ve started a war with the entire planet, haven't we?" "No," I said, looking up at the obsidian moon. "We didn't start the war, Dante. We just finished the first act." As Zora and Dante stand over their new empire, the Vane Global network receives a transmission from the far side of the planet.

“And I want you watching the shadows. Not the board. Not the press. The people who don’t want to be seen.” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “You’re asking for a war with ghosts.” Alyssa’s eyes burned. “I’ve been fighting ghosts since the beginning.” A beat. Maya hesitated. “There’s something else.” Alyssa turned. “Say it.” “Their representative,” Maya said slowly. “The one who usually handles first contact.” “And?” “He’s already in the city.” Ethan straightened. “That was fast.” “No,” Alyssa said. “That was inevitable.”

the original frequency that had given birth to the first Alphas. Inside the infirmary, Lyra stood up. Her violet-silver eyes glowed with intense brilliance. She walked toward the balcony, her small hands reaching out toward the obsidian needle in the sky. "The Stars are talking," she whispered. "They want to know if we are still wolves." The First Contact A beam of white light, free of the violet heat from the Mother-Ship, descended from the central needle. A figure emerged in the plaza of Aethel-Luna.

Because she knew—they had just woken the monster. Behind her, Alec Blackwell was already three steps ahead. Shirtless, bruised, his phone lit up with red-coded alerts from every branch of his hidden empire. And still, he only watched her. “You’ve been quiet,” he said softly. Zara turned, dark eyes burning. “You ever felt like your life was a war someone else declared—and you were just drafted without consent?” Alec stepped toward her, pulling her into his arms. “I feel that every day.” She kissed him. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was war pressed to lips, fury bleeding into need.

A flurry of visions, including shattered pictures of a war, a shadowy figure standing over her, and a voice whispering her name, filled with equal parts betrayal and love, enveloped Lena. Then the orb pulsed again, and the light dimmed. When Lena turned to face Kaden and Lucan, her eyes were glowing with an otherworldly light, her voice carrying an unnatural edge as she spoke: “They were never the enemy. We’ve been fighting the wrong war all along.” Before anyone could react, the ground beneath them cracked, and a fissure opened wide, separating Lena from her companions. The last thing they saw was her disappearing into the glowing chasm, her voice echoing:

The contact between them sent shock waves through her body. Her first kiss it was. Kai kissed her long and slow, cupping the small of her back in his hands and pressing her petite figure to his incredibly tall rock hard frame. She practically melted under his touch and he wore a triumphant look as he opened his eyes to watch her flushed face. He stepped back and held her by the shoulders. She trembled, from the pleasure, pooling inside her. Katara didn't know it could feel so wonderful to be pressed against a man, the Alpha Kai of the Valmore pack!

“This is my war too. And I’m not going until it’s over.” Zane sighed and rubbed his temple. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” Maya smirked. “You would miss me if I were gone.” Zane let out a rough chuckle. “That’s the problem, baby. I can’t lose you.” Maya pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. “Then we don’t lose. We fight.” The Enemy Strikes First The safehouse was quiet. Too quiet.

I spin around, looking around the hall when I quickly notice that there are no females in the eatery hall at all. My blood begins to boil with wrath when I think of the sexual abuse that they will be subjected to. One of my hearts ceases when I think about Miya and Nova. The scourage have openly waged another war, and this time, I promise to wipe their very existence from the galaxy. I will take pleasure in ripping out their throats and their spinal cords, and I will wear their teeth as a souvenir around my neck. “Sister, can you hear me?” I try to connect with Nova through our mind link.

“We start out as friends and it blooms into more. If it does, it does. If it doesn’t then it doesn’t, not everyone has a happy ending. I won’t let the mate bond no matter how small make me love you or forgive you. The truth is you have a marked mate and there are other important things to worry about like wars brewing.” I swallow the rejection I feel at her words and nod my head and we begin again on our way back to the pack house. I can’t help but keep stealing glances at her as we walk. She is stronger than I have given her credit for in the past and determination oozes off of her when she talks about the brewing war. All of the sudden pain begins to build in my chest causing me to grasp