Mass Effect Shepard Female Novels & Stories

The tears finally rolled down her cheeks. Crying yet stubborn, she reached for my belt. "I'll examine you—free of charge, no appointment needed—so you, Mr. Righteous, can see exactly what this poor woman could possibly do to men like you!" Her warmth and fragrance enveloped me, her soft sobbing in my ear. Any real man would have struggled to resist this.

The more I couldn't say I was Elias' wife, the more annoying it was. "I'm...." I opened my mouth when the girl's hand reached up to stop me. "A young and beautiful girl I've never met. You are Blue Moon's Stella, our Luna?" I bit my lower lip hard, nodding reluctantly. "Haha." A mocking laugh rang out, and then I heard her speak again. "Nice to meet you, my lady. I'm Aliyah, the only female general of Alpha Elias." Aliyah said proudly. I stared at her without blinking, my heart screaming non-stop: Cool!

(ORION'S POV) As the woman in the rugged cloak and auburn hair stepped forward, her gentle demeanor took me by surprise. "My name is Sheila," she said softly, her voice carrying a sense of familiarity that made me pause. "I know this might sound strange, and I understand if you doubt my words... but I've actually known you for quite some time, Orion."

Her selfless, wonderful, cunning mate. So she gave a reassuring smile to Ravyn, that told her she didn't judge her, that she understood. Relieved blue eyes smiled back at her. "But now you're Ambrose's Shadow? Aren't you sick of being a spy, all the secrecy?" Sephora frowned, amazed at the female's resilience.

Ok, well now that changed things a bit, the old man had a network of spies, did he? “What do you mean research into things?” I was exceedingly curious as to what research he was doing. What research could he do? Shamshiel opened his mouth to answer but was cut off as a female Nephilim approached. She was tall, almost as tall as Shamshiel and her long brown hair was wavy and hung to her waist. Her eyes, like all of his offspring, were a bright gold and I looked away quickly; not wanting to injure my eyes. “Usel” he greeted simply. She nodded.

She's still trying to sink every information in, and still in awe that she was able to meet all of these legends that she only read and heard from her mother. Sooner after the 23rd Blood Star was finished, a long-haired woman in her early twenties moved forward. The woman was taller than her and her posture was that of a high-ranking soldier. She's wearing a black cape and a white armor that held a badge of an eagle head with the body of a lion and wings of a raven on its chest. She didn't smile but her eyes were telling Chloe the joy of knowing the 27th Blood Star. "General Dana Rein, Shaula the Stinger." When she talked, her voice hoarse.

Her hair was a shock of white-gold, and her eyes—those terrifying, familiar slits—were fixed on me with a clinical, unblinking intensity. "User identified: Sereia_03," the woman said. Her voice wasn't mechanical like the Sentinel’s, but it lacked the "jitter" of human emotion. "User identified: Sereia_03," the woman said. Her voice was terrifyingly pure—a 4K, lossless audio stream that had no breath, no hesitation, and no soul. She stood perfectly still, her hair not swaying in the Arctic draft, as if she were a Pre-Rendered Cutscene inserted into our messy, chaotic reality. Compared to her, I felt like a pile of unoptimized code, covered in the dirt and blood of a world she had already forg

She did not resist, following me out. "Are you okay?" I asked. She shook her head. "I'm fine." Her eyes and brows had softened considerably. Then she smiled. "How did you know I was here?" "Don't worry about that," I said. She smiled again. "Was it future me who told you to come?" Hearing that, I was stunned. "You are in contact with her, too?" "Of course. Otherwise, how would I have had future me tell you to come find me?" She looked at me with a triumphant expression.

The patterns are distinctive. Is this a simulation? "You should calm down." Dealla stops. She turns her gaze to the nurse who's worried about her. They are staring at each other until someone comes in. "Good morning, Amnisty," the nurse greets the woman who just comes in. The woman is Amnisty Soledad. She's a warrior and the personal guard of the Bulwark's Queen, Queen Sheele Tourbillon. She's around 5 feet and 5 inches. Her body Is toned because of the training she went through.

It was unnatural and unsettling. Their presence were like ghosts— they blended into the fog itself. One of them stepped forward, I could tell that it was a female. Her eyes were piercing green beneath her mask. She dropped her hood and I saw her pale hair which was braided back. I scanned her and couldn't see any weapon but I could feel the lethal aura that radiated off her. “Alpha king Xander of Blackthorn.” She said, her voice smooth, cold and calculating. “And Luna Ava, blessed by the goddess.” Her gaze flickered between us. “We've been expecting you.”