Mass Effect Reaction Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I thought he was dead." "There's no way he beat Alpha Laslo!" I can't say I didn't expect this type of reaction, but the reality is way more intense. I can feel Zahara's anger grow through the mate bond, and I rub her hand to try to calm her. It won't do anyone any good to go off at this moment.

"When he hit that console, he didn't just short-circuit the building. He fed a feedback loop into the gene-driver in his own blood. He burned the bridge from both sides. The markers are dormant. The Architects have no root-user left to claim. We’re finally, truly, ghosts." ​The "spicy" tension that had been a jagged, electric current during the fight in London didn't vanish; it transformed into a heavy, molten gravity. I looked at the man who had lied to me for ten years, the man who had just dismantled an empire and snapped my brother's neck to get me back, and I felt a surge of raw, explicit hunger that made my pulse spike.

“Come for me, wife. Come on my cock like the perfect slut you are for me.” Mia shattered with a loud scream, her walls milking him hard. Damien roared, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with hot, thick cum, grinding deep as he marked her completely. They collapsed onto the bed, still joined, breathing heavily. Damien kissed her shoulder tenderly. “I love you. More than anything.” Mia turned in his arms, kissing him softly. “I love you too. My everything.” The Next Morning The base was alive with tension. Elena met them in the command center, her face serious. “The twenty new children are stabilizing faster than expected. Hope’s connection is growing stronger every hour. The sequen

Michael barked, and the guards bowed hastily before running into the night, leaving us with Alfred and my mother weeping in Fedora’s arms. I had never guessed the dark-haired warrior woman to be the comforting type, but, if my mother could win my father’s heart, then I guessed crying into the arms of a trained assassin was not a big deal for her. “Mike, what are you thinking?” I asked, trying to distract my brother from the murderous rampage I knew he was itching to carry out. “This is revenge for the war Tony….think about it.” He hissed, his wild blue eyes snapping to mine with a brilliance that unnerved me.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

I commanded, my voice strained with the effort of holding back the void. Lyra trotted to the other side of the cage, her crystalline coat refracting my solar heat into a thousand precise, healing frequencies that began to "suture" the First Father’s open wounds. Together, we were a circuit of light against the darkness. Suddenly, the citadel groaned as a massive explosion rocked the foundations. Killian and Leo had breached the reactor core, and the Reapers were losing their grip on the nebula. Malakor’s voice echoed through the chamber, a discordant harmony of rage and desperation.

“We hunt.” A pause. “The Crimson Fang doesn’t wage war,” Rafael continued. “We bleed our enemies quietly.” His gaze hardened. “Bring me her head.” The chamber echoed with low, eager growls. ------------------- By the third day, Aurelia could barely stand. Maelrik circled her like a vulture. “Again.” She shook, muscles screaming. “You’re pushing too hard,” she rasped. He stopped. For a moment, she thought she’d reached him. Then he said, “That’s when death comes.”

In seconds, it was gone, leaving only faint distortions in the air where it had stood. Silence fell, and Mae exhaled shakily. Lucien covered the distance between them quickly, gripping her shoulders tightly. “Don’t ever do that again,” he said. She met his gaze. “I can’t promise that.” Sethis pushed himself upright slowly. “You changed the system.” Mae nodded. “And it changed us back.” Ashar looked toward the horizon, where the gold rift flickered weakly. “That wasn’t the end.” “No,” Mae said softly. “It’s only a break for now.” The fracture throbbed once under her skin, still waiting.

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

Jace asked waiting for my order. My face went sore immediately. I’ve been looking forward to killing Damian’s mate with my bare hands but why did it have to be her?! Why did she have to be his mate?! Why does Damian always take what belongs to me?! I thought angrily. It’d kill me to hurt Allison because I have always loved her but I have to get my revenge. I cannot let my feelings for the human affect the revenge I’ve been plotting For years. “Change of plans, Jace. I want Damian to fall deeply in love with her so that her death would make him so miserable.” I smirked.