Mass Effect First Contact War Novels & Stories

Then— Everything shifted. The battlefield beneath them trembled violently. The past— Colliding with the present. The figure between them spoke again. “You’re running out of time.” Emily’s gaze snapped to it. “For what?” A long pause. Heavy. “Out there…” It said quietly. “They’re already starting the war.” Emily’s heart slammed once. Hard. Marcus. The pack. Reality crashed back into her mind. She turned sharply. But the battlefield didn’t disappear. Didn’t fade.

Nova found herself whispering. "Choice." The Architect nodded. "Yes." The vision showed civilizations making mistakes. Starting wars. Creating suffering. Destroying themselves, yet despite everything, they continued choosing. The Architects hated it. Many wanted control. Others wanted freedom. Eventually they divided. The memory accelerated. Nova watched worlds burn. Stars die. Entire dimensions collapse. The First War. The war that created the Silences. The Architect looked almost ashamed. "We built weapons." The First Silence appeared. Then the Second. Then the Third.

The first Alpha’s voice broke through the bond one last time. “Silas, if you do this—” “I know.” And I did. The void stretched toward me slowly. Almost gently. “Together?” it whispered. The bond between Mira and me exploded violently. Fear hit her instantly now. Not because I might die. Because she finally understood what I intended. “No!” Her scream tore through me. But it was too late. I stepped forward. The darkness touched my skin. And suddenly— I saw everything. The first war. The dead worlds.

War started now. ***

I answered and later, as I caught Jordan’s smirk, I realized it may have come out wrong. “So, some ground rules,” Jordan muttered, clearing his throat. “This meeting is strictly confidential between us and not a soul other than those gathered here should know about the things discussed. At least for the time being. You guys already know what this is about but what we need to do from here on… Alpha Asher will fill you in.” “There really is a war coming then?” Lia asked, making a face. “I am afraid so, Luna,” I said. “Consider it an eighty percent chance unless we manage to find a way to avoid it. But the chances of that happening is very slim.”

Find out. Then I sent another, to Calla directly. The first message since the kiss that wasn’t logistics or a command. >Don’t run. Wait for me. We need to talk.< I got into the car, the engine purring to life. The battle with Elira was over. She was finished. The real war—the one for the future, for a chance at something clean—was just beginning. And it started with going home. Not to the fortress. Not to the asset.

A countdown appeared: 47:56:21 And then beneath it, in blood-red letters: SUBJECT 01 – PROTOTYPE RESONANCE EVENT TRIGGERED INITIATING FINAL PHASE I swallowed. The war had already begun. And the clock was ticking.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

And in that silence I looked at Austin, seated beside me at the war council table for the first time, and I thought, "five packs just declared war on one Omega who they are terrified of." They should be.

Like they were being found. [SYSTEM WARNING: HOSTILE ENTITY APPROACHING CORE TERRITORY] [ESTIMATED TIME TO CONTACT: UNKNOWN] The war had already begun. They just hadn’t realized it yet.