Mass Effect Shepard Female Novels & Stories

On the other hand, the three monsteroids who were standing behind the Starry Sky Battlespace, their faces were filled with laughter when they looked at Spencer who was clenching to the last straw of hope. Leading the pack was a young lady in a green robe. She had a pair of feminine slit eyes. Her long purple hair was swaying in the wind, her lavender eyes were filled with freshness and charm. She was obviously a young lady, but her appearance looked maturely alluring. Her body was releasing a stronger sexy aura than a courtesan. Leigh Walker said calmly, "Surrender now. As long as you hand over the opportunity to ascend to immortality, I promise to spare your life."

It was Seraphine. For a moment, my mind simply stopped working. The woman before us looked exactly like the memories: silver hair, kind eyes, quiet strength, everything. She smiled softly, the same way she always had in the visions, the same way she smiled at Neria, at Auren, at her people, and at the world. Kaelen stared, speechless for perhaps the first time in his life. I wasn't doing much better because one word kept repeating in my head: Impossible. Impossible. Impossible.

Shame filled her, but still her gaze returned to the male at the table. The man was beautiful he had dark hair, sculpted features, perfectly shaped lips that any woman would have killed for, yet on him they were sinfully masculine. He was beyond handsome. Arabella had met many handsome men in her life, but her body had never reacted like this. Moisture pooled between her thighs, dampening her panties. Her nipples hardened, rasping the cotton of her camisole. Her mouth watered. She swallowed. Control yourself! She said to herself, What are you doing?

She had well-proportioned features, such as high cheekbones, expressive and well-shaped eyes, defined eyebrows, long and thick eyelashes, a straight nose, full and well-defined lips, a balanced jawline, with a strong aura. "Warriors, open the entrance for me," I ordered and the warriors did as asked. I walked into the cold stinky cell where my mates were once placed, Sebastian right behind me with his hand on the back of my waist. "Hey little girl, you can either cooperate with me, or I order my warriors to take you to a very painful death," I said, but She kept to herself and did not respond to me. I scoffed at her audacity not to respond to my questions. Could she have a death wish or what

It felt good to laugh wholeheartedly like this. “I can’t believe what you told me. Even as a doctor, I don’t think I’ve seen any females strong enough to resist an Alpha Aura,” he says, thinking out loud. “Yeah, I don’t know what she is made of. But I do know she is not of Alpha Blood”, I confirm. “She doesn’t have that aura of being an Alpha Female, if you know what I mean.” I continued. “She, however, I could tell, is a warrior, the way she is very no-nonsense about things and not afraid to call Ryker out either. She is something alright, and I think she will fit in right at home”, I say with a big smile.

The lead vehicle’s door opened. A tall woman stepped out wearing a charcoal-gray suit instead of tactical gear. No weapons. No body armor. Only a silver phoenix pin on her lapel. She looked directly at Gabriel. Then smiled. A smile that carried neither warmth nor hatred. Only certainty. She spoke into a small microphone. Her voice echoed from speakers mounted on the vehicles. “Dr. Gabriel De Luca.” “You’ve spent twenty-five years trying to destroy what you believed was Genesis.” She paused. “I’m afraid…” “…you’ve only just met its front door.”

It was cropped short, only a few inches off her scalp, a sharp contrast to the soft features of her face. It was one of the things that made her so unique to me. All the females I knew took great pains with their appearance, wearing their hair like a crown of vanity. Never had I met one who intentionally sheared hers off like a warrior. She was indeed a warrior. A terrifyingly strong one by the reputation she’d amassed. The Mortal Reaper. Such a title was no small feat for a human, let alone a fragile looking female. Though, she was anything but fragile. I’d seen it first hand when she battled the twins. If it weren’t for their deception, they never would have bested her the way they had.

Realizing that if action was not taken immediately, Emperor Qadeer’s plan would succeed, James suddenly received a soul transmission from Lesia. “Master, Harper is being suppressed by a powerful woman and is in grave danger. Should we intervene?” James was startled. Harper had been baptized by the Anonymous Essence and the Virtuous Aura within the Gate of Mystery. She was more powerful than Morgott and Yianni. Even against the Divine Marius, Taichu, and Emperor Zdravko, she could easily handle them. He wondered how she could be subdued by a woman now. With this in mind, James immediately transmitted, “What’s the name of that formidable woman?”

I wonder what brought her to my company. "There you go," I hand her the bag with a smile. She stared at me deeply without saying a word. Okay, this is odd. She has hazel eyes, lots of green mixed with brown. Quite beautiful. A nice oval shaped face, round eyes and a soft chin. Her nose is very straight and pointed, something a lot of people can't quite pull off. Her skin, the color of smooth caramel. Why does she look familiar? I wonder. "Do you know me?" She asks softly, her eyes earnestly searching mine.

"Easier said than done. If it was that easy, you should have come and do it by yourself. She is not the type to be taken down easily." The female voice responded. I couldn't recognize the voice. Whom were they talking about? Who do they want to bring down? "Really. She is a fucking woman like you. Amora is just like you. I need results as soon as possible." I darted back, with my hand going to my mouth, with every shock wave in my body activated. Amora? They are planning to take me down? Who are these people? Where did they come from? Was there a mole in my pack?