Mass Effect Shepard Female Novels & Stories

Liam ordered the group. We all parted from Veronica, leaving her and two other girls that she was going to share this kill with. I licked my lips in anticipation. My beast wanted to laugh. How could we be intimidated by a female who couldn't even take down her own bear? It was funny. She wasn't worthy for our male. As much as she wanted to think she was good enough for him, my beast and I both knew she wasn't. Her mate would be at her level when she finally met him.

(Princess Angela Seraphim) The entire room turned to silent and solemn, No one dared to even make fun of the seemingly cute girl, because, this little expressionless girl, were in fact one of Aeternum Government top directors, who was known for her works and merciless actions, The Director of the Internal Affairs, the reapers and the all knowing devils. There’s a confirmed case, that any Spies that were caught by Internal Affairs were never see another daylight and no matter what secrets their holds, this seemingly innocent lady can easily tore it apart and learned it. Also, she is a Bonafide Peak Tier 4 Mage Assassin, her favourite weapons was an over sized sickle, that made her looked like

“You’ve been gone for so long and I wondered why you haven’t made any progress but it seems you’ve been up to something else on your own. A performance I guess” Shame burned under my skin as he continued on and on. I lowered my gaze to my boots, remaining silent out of respect while he continued scolding me about duty, discipline, and loyalty. Then he paused. “And the girl,” he said. “Who is she?” My heart thudded. “She’s… Sasha. A gifted healer and the heiress of Blue Crescent.” I said it carefully, deliberately—hoping, maybe foolishly, that presenting her status would soften his stance. Maybe he would see value in her and he would accept her…. at least prefer her over the lady Alpha and I

00) POWER LEVEL: 810,150,000,000 WIELDER TYPE: Battle Beast SPECIALTY: Cunning; Agility; Strength GLOWS: Pistol Punch; Claw Raze; Pistol Burst BREATH: Rude Awakening “She might not look it, but she is older than all of us here” the fourth person in the team spoke. It was a woman. Unlike the others, she looked like a complete human being, with no alterations whatsoever. And that was because she was a human. She was of average height; about five feet eleven inches tall. Her eyes were like deep pools of wisdom, and her face was filled with such beauty that it was difficult to accept that she wasn’t an artificial creation. But indeed she was no doll. Her long black hair flowed down her back like

Mark voice comes through my phone speaker, I thanked him before hanging up. I took my laptop and went straight to my email, I went through what mark sent to me. In the next few minutes, I stared at my laptop screen confuse. Fiya is princess Safiya of Herakleopolis city, how is this possible. This is confusing.

My obsidian-gold left arm hit the floor with a heavy, bell-like ring that echoed too long in the sterile air. I expected boots on my neck. I expected the cold steel of silver-salt rifles. Instead, I saw a woman. She was beautiful in a way that felt mathematically calculated. She wore a simple white shift, her skin the color of polished bone, her eyes the clear, vacant silver of an Omega who had traded her soul for a processor. She wasn't holding a weapon. She was holding a tablet, her fingers moving with a rhythmic, mechanical stutter. “The Anchor is conscious,” the woman said.

Her leather combat gear was spotless, and every inch of her radiated power and confidence. “Kael,” the woman said, her voice smooth and authoritative. “I heard about the attack.” Kael’s entire demeanor shifted. His posture straightened, and a flicker of warmth softened his features. “Rhea.” Seraphina’s stomach churned at the sight. Whoever this woman was, she clearly had a history with Kael. Rhea’s gaze flickered to Seraphina, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “This is her?” Kael nodded. “Seraphina Gray.”

"Come in." As the door slid open, a vision of loveliness entered the room, her golden blonde hair cascading down her back like a river of sunlight. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled with a keen intelligence, and her full lips curved into a subtle smile as she took in the scene before her. Despite her youthful appearance, this was no innocent ingénue - this was Stephanie, the Blood Axe family's most skilled and deadly spy and detective. Her beauty was a weapon, a tool she wielded with precision and grace, able to charm and disarm even the most hardened criminals.

In the blink of an eye, I was pinned down by Niylah and she stood above me snarling, her clear blue eyes piercing my soul. “Enough!" Sephora's voice boomed and Niylah withdrew. She transformed back into her human form. I did the same and stood beside her, dripping wet from head to toe, wringing my hair to get the excess water out. The steam cleared and Sephora walked up to us. She seemed a little better but my keen eyes could tell that she was still in pain. She still had a slight limp and she was still smiling. Artemisia, on the other hand, seemed unimpressed.

Straightening, she adjusted her flame-red gauntlets, her fiery eyes flicking between Maria and Nina. “Well, well,” the woman said with a grin, her voice carrying a playful lilt. “Looks like someone’s finally giving you a rough time, Maria. I’ve been waiting for this moment to show off my skills.” Maria smirked faintly. “I guess everyone has their time.” The woman grinned wider, pounding a fist against her armored chest. “Don’t worry. Whoever’s trailing you won’t live long enough to regret it.” This was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph, known for her fiery temperament and unmatched combat prowess. Her presence alone was enough to inspire both confidence and dread.