Mass Effect First Contact War Novels & Stories

Elias ignored it. The giant man remained on his feet. "What kind of children?" Michael hesitated. Then answered. "The first compatibility generation." The room froze. Elias closed his eyes. Like he already knew. Daniel noticed. "You've heard of them." Elias looked toward him. His expression carried old pain. The kind that never truly healed. "Yes." Silence followed. Then Elias spoke. "The first synchronization war wasn't fought between soldiers." Nobody moved. "The first victims were children." The room became deathly quiet.

Their cannons slowly rotated toward the estate. “But wars between kings” His voice lowered. “Are not won with toys.” Inside the command room, silence fell. For the first time since the battle began, Aurora realized something. This attack Had only been the opening move. Ravel’s voice returned one final time. “Shall we begin the real war?” Then Every fortress walker fired simultaneously. The sky turned white. And the estate shook as the apocalypse arrived.

Aaron immediately regretted it, because Phantom always knew when people lied. The silence stretched. Then— “You have thirty seconds.” Aaron cursed. His hands shook harder. “You don’t understand what they’re building.” “Twenty-five.” “It’s bigger than Silverfang.” “Twenty.” “It’s bigger than territory.” “Fifteen.” “They’re preparing for war.” Silence. Then: “Against who?” Aaron’s heartbeat thundered. Against everyone, against every pack, against every government, and against anyone standing in their way. But before he could answer— Headlights exploded behind him, bright, blinding, and too fast. Aaron looked into his rearview mirror.

The Sovereign was not waiting. It was advancing. Already. The First Voice closed her eyes briefly. "When?" Orion swallowed. Then answered. "Now." The chamber became silent. Because suddenly every timetable had changed. Every plan. Every preparation. Every assumption. The enemy had already begun moving. The Final War would not start months from now. Or weeks. Or days. It had already begun. Aria stared at the spreading crimson pathways. The choice before her became increasingly clear. She could remain inside the First Throne gathering information.

His children approached him. “Are you okay, Father?” Aira asked worriedly. I put my hand on Asgar’s head and closed my eyes. I felt my power flowing from my hands to Asgar’s head. His past flashed before my eyes and I saw different images. It all started with the first war that took place two decades ago. ***** “Asgar! Stop it!” a woman pleaded to the man while covered with wounds and blood, then walked towards the man weakly. “We will stop this war, Victoria, but on one condition!” Asgar said while smiling victoriously.

Nicole shouted my name. It was like her voice went through one ear and out the other. I was now able to relax again. “He’s better now.” Her voice faded. “Good, we need to get him up and ready to head out.” Grimm told her. My eyes opened and I turned to Grimm, slowly. “What’s going on?” I asked him. He smirked at me and the next words that he said to me had me up and about. “War.” He told me.

“I’ll hold them off.” Reina nodded, and they quickly slipped out the back door. Russe turned to face the incoming men, drawing out his claws. “F*&k you!” He had faced many battles before, but he knew that this one would be different. These men were not like the shadowy figures in the forest. They were real humans, and they were armed.

The aura emitted hues of obsidian miasma, and from within multiple hollowed construct emerged, they took the form of humanoid entities and revealed the people and deities he has killed in battle. Abominations faced perfect soldiers... With the two commanding armies commanders staring daggers at one another, an invisible signal to begin was given. And each side rushed to another, colliding at the middle of everything. The war between abominations and undead went underway, their war cries and colliding weaponry caused a pandemonium in the universe, gravitational waves moved the planets around shaking them back and forth. Rogue along with the other three undead sovereigns faced off against Azat

My blood ran cold, but before I could say anything, Arik interjected with, “They left the facility at the same time as you, and if they’d been in touch with the other faction, wouldn’t they know better than to come here—” Nate cut him off in turn, and they were all yelling and arguing within seconds, except for Calder, who didn’t yell but argued with the best of them, and Matthew, who sat back silently, pinching the bridge of his nose. The other faction. This time. I leaned back on the couch, fighting a new bout of nausea. From that and bits and pieces I could pick up from the argument raging around me, not all of the warlocks had died that day. There had been more.