Mass Effect Shepard Female Novels & Stories

“Have your seats. I replied and sat down. I turned my gaze to the only female in the group, Elixir. I observed her stats and was impressed. ELIXIR Name: Elizabeth Christopher Age: 25 Race: Human Strength: 75 Speed: 75 Control: 80 Skills: (Master swordsman, Master gunslinger, Master invincibility). “You really have worked hard my dear Elixir, I'm proud of you,” I said smiling. “It's all thanks to your grace and care Boss.” she blushed. I could also see she's become more beautiful as her skin is now well toon and smooth. It's so far from the rough-faced girl I saw two weeks ago. With her skills, I'm sure she will be the perfect honey trap. Hehehehehe.

a voice said from the shadows behind the Captain's chair. A figure stepped out. It was a woman, encased in armor that pulsed with the same "Galactic-Source" light as the ship. She looked exactly like Elara, but her hair was silver, and her eyes were a cold, calculated Violet. "Meet the Alpha-Prime 2.0," the woman said, raising a hand that crackled with deletion-energy. "The 'Recalled' Elara was just the template. I am the Final-Product." The woman snapped her fingers, and the floor vanished, dropping the pack into a Sub-Routine Abyss where the laws of hockey, wolves, and physics no longer applied.

"Alpha, we couldn't see her face. She was entirely draped in dark, unbranded tactical linen, and her hood was pulled so low it swallowed her profile. When she dropped in, she told us she was just a Vanguard field medic sent from the secondary garrison... but Alpha... she didn't fight like any medic I've ever seen. A medic doesn't possess that kind of ruthless skill." "She wasn't a medic, Alpha," Eric added, his voice trembling with a profound, terrifying awe as he remembered the slaughter. "She was a fucking reaper. There were a dozen heavily armed rogue executioners in this room ready to take your head. She systematically dismantled them in a matter of seconds. I have never seen a wolf move

The effect was surprisingly good. At this moment, a somewhat gloomy voice rang out. "You're a decent opponent." In the square, a red female figure appeared. Her skin was like snow, her long hair reached the ground, her figure was graceful, her face was beautiful yet cold, and her lips were crimson. "Who are you?" Chase asked sternly. He could feel the vast dark energy emanating from her. She was no benevolent being. "Cherry. You must be Chase, right? I never expected you'd look almost identical to the Nether Deity." Cherry Leeds waved both hands.

Her curly hair danced in the cold breeze as they reached a mysterious clearing. "Who are you?" Stuart queried, touching her shoulder. She turned her body towards him. In the velvety embrace of darkness, she emerged, a captivating enigma draped in shadows. Moonlight traced the contours of her mystery, casting a soft glow on elusive features. Ebony tendrils frame a face veiled in an air of intrigue, eyes gleaming like distant stars, windows to an enigmatic universe. Her silhouette danced with the unknown, a symphony of secrets whispered by the night. A delicate whisper of mystery enveloped her, a chiaroscuro masterpiece painted with whispers of the unseen. In the dark, she was an ethereal tape

In an instant, she came to the field. When she got closer, everyone could get a better glimpse of her breathtaking beauty. The black tight armor only covered the key parts of her charming figure. The tanned skin exposed showed her unique beauty. On her exquisite and flawless face, there were a pair of limpid eyes glittering with fierceness. She gave off an aura of appeal and deadliness, like a female leopard. Even Dao Qingcheng, who was seriously injured, had his eyes lit up at this moment. This attractive and fierce woman made him, a cold-blooded swordsman who had been sleeping with his sword and regarded it as his life, feel his heart flip at the moment.

In the end, the woman in front probably fell asleep, and her face fell unto Thea’s stinky feet when the woman’s head tilted to the side. When the woman woke up, she burst into a fit of anger. Cheryl shook her head. “That girl has no basic manners at all, and she claims to be some high-class person. Not a single hint of morality in her at all. She deserves to be beaten.” Alex shrugged once again. His attention was on the woman who had slapped Thea. She was young and looked to be about the same age as him, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She was quite beautiful. However, what surprised him was the fact that she was an advanced Mystic rank warrior.

My soft body makes my designation immediately obvious to anyone who lays their eyes on me. "Well, this seems to be everyone, finally," says the beta girl in front of us. Anyone would expect a beta female who works in the army to be ugly or tomboyish, but this one is actually cute. She has long black hair in a braid and even without any makeup she looks good. I look at her badge to identify her. Sergeant Zaragoza. Okay... ugly name. The two older alphas around her nod as they see another man approach and walk away, not giving us another look, like we're nothing.

Crimson and Finn trying to get in between them. I wind my fingers into Mike's hand, he pulls them free and instead snakes his arm around my waist and tucks me against him. “It was what needed to happen.” The white-haired woman named Ashe replies calmly, unaffected by Mathias and his hold on her. Mathias lets go, throwing the woman a few feet away. She stands tall, unwavering. Her eyes are a brilliant purple reminding me of Morgans and her brother. Yet they sparkle and hold an otherworldly light in them.

A tall woman with platinum hair stepped into view, arms crossed. Dr. Annika Vale. Once Lucien’s closest ally. Now, his shadow. She studied the tank with calculated coolness. “Status?” One of the techs replied nervously. “SAPPHIRE is online. Conscious. Baseline morality matrix has fractured.” Annika smirked. “Good.” Another tech added, “But her first inquiry was a name. ‘Ezra.’ She’s scanning for his biometric signature.” Annika turned to the tank. The woman’s glowing eyes locked on hers.