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Mass Effect: Reimagined

Shepard, now the Shepards, find themselves abroad the Normandy, heading towards the human colony of Eden Prime to begin a shake-down run for the new vessel with a Turian spectre… What could be waiting just around the corner? ------------------------------------- This is a tale of three Shepherds, their journey to repeatedly save the galaxy from imminent destruction, and of a peculiar mercenary who seems to know a little more than they should. ------------------------------------- Please follow along on my artistic retelling of my favorite sci-fi video game series of all time and what I consider my first true video game addiction that I spent many sleepless nights replaying over and over again to unlock all the dialogue and my first ever 100% complete game. This will have a tie in to my other Fan Fictions but it will be fairly minimal for the first few volumes so no need to read it unless you'd like to read more of my work. ------------------------------------- Also, in case there is still some confusion, there are three Shepards. The Twins, which will mainly be in Mass Effect 1, and their younger sister, who comes into play in the second and third games. They are meant to outline the content behind the three origins and psychological profiles. There is also a transmigrator from my Skyrim Fanfiction, who becomes this peculiar mercenary. Think of him as a fan fiction within the fan fiction. And he has his own volumes within the series about his path to being who he will be and how he will carry on the story after Mass Effect 3. IE Andromeda, but much better.
Lemon_Square · 168.7k Views

Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough fo do anything. So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Elias Crosse. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.
D_G_Harbinger · 109.5k Views

Anatomy of the Forbidden Mind

Fog rolled over Tallinn like a living thing, swallowing cobblestones, lanterns, and the edges of the city in silence. Yvette Ordene moved through it, coat drawn tight, grey eyes sharp, aware of everything around her—and yet blind to the presence that had already begun to surface. ———————————— Yvette Ordene, a twenty-four-year-old detective, believes in instincts, following the threads of evidence and human explanations. She knows her city—its rhythms, its lies. Or so she thinks. When bodies begin turning up completely drained of blood, untouched in ways no forensic logic can justify, Yvette is pulled into an investigation that fractures her understanding of reality. Each clue draws her deeper into a hidden world masked by politics, fear, and carefully managed silence. He had seen empires rise and fall, and in all that time, he had learned restrain. Where Yvette seeks truth, he shapes only what she is meant to encounter. Where she moves, he bends the world around her, ensuring every step carries both risk and revelation. As winter tightens its grip, moments of warmth, humor, and fragile human connection clash with mounting dread. Anomalies spread. Explanations grow thin. And the sense of being hunted becomes impossible to ignore. What she believes to be an investigation is, in truth, a carefully managed descent. ——— A slow-burn historical thriller blending fiction, psychological suspense, and dark fantasy, Anatomy of the Forbidden Mind explores obsession, intellect, and the terrifying realization that not all power is human.
O_päl_ · 6.9k Views

The Ugly Duckling Of The Tiger Tribe

A prideful snake who bowed to no one—until he became a jealous husband. A snow tiger beast warrior feared and respected, reduced to an obedient husband. A wolf known as a Casanova, who never stayed—until he chose loyalty. And a selfish merman who learned generosity for the first time, expecting nothing in return for his prized possession. All of them changed after meeting one woman... After sniffing in an impossible scent. Her name is Arinya. …And unfortunately for this world, that’s me, haha. *** I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, wanting to be my mate because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?
Author_fredah · 514.7k Views

Merchantress – Bargaining for Survival

I never meant to enter the dungeon. Now it keeps pulling me back. The world didn’t end. It just became… deeper. When our world merged with another dimension, something ancient settled beneath the surface. A vast labyrinth of mana, monsters, and forgotten realms now exists inside the Earth itself. Dungeons opened. Systems were created. Classes were assigned. The brave become Hunters. The strong become famous. The smart try to stay away. I’m definitely among the latter. I’m short, unsporty, almost blind without my glasses, and I believe people who want to enter dungeons are at least a little unhinged. I like monsters best when they’re theoretical. Preferably illustrated. From a safe distance. Unfortunately, my passive skill opens portals. Randomly. Uncontrollably. Always at the worst possible moment. That’s how I end up face-to-face with a goblin – no weapon, no plan – doing the only thing I’m actually good at. I negotiate. With a lollipop. That decision changes everything. Instead of becoming a warrior, I’m assigned a class no one prepared me for. A Merchant. A hidden class built not on strength or speed, but on leverage, insight, and choice. In a system designed for combat, I level through bargains. While Hunters train, grind, and fight their way down the labyrinth, I’m dragged into it against my will – again and again – forced to grow in a world that was never meant for someone like me. Snake king. Beastmen. Powerful beings ruling the deeper levels of the labyrinth. They’re dangerous, intelligent… and strangely interested in the human woman who doesn’t attack, but makes offers. While I’m repeatedly dragged into the dungeon against my will, I do everything I can to keep my ability secret. Because the Hunter Association and the Guilds must never find out that someone exists who can open portals. One wrong word – and I wouldn’t be a person anymore. I’d be a resource. ----- Merchantress is a system-based dungeon fantasy web novel with a stronh female protagonist, featuring: - an unwilling dungeon traveler with a hidden Merchant class - a weak-to-strong progression with negotiation instead of violence - dangerously attractive beastmen with slow-burn reverse harem elements woven into survival and power dynamics - and what happens when, in a world built for fighters, you choose to talk I never wanted to be part of the dungeon. Now I negotiate with those who rule it.
Lautenspielerin · 9.1k Views