Femshep X Garrus Novels & Stories

’ ‘Just tell me, Matt. ‘A female rogue came to our gates. She was malnourished and full of silver wounds. She asked for help. When the patrol called me, I took her to the pack hospital. At first, I didn’t know who she was, but Jaxon, it’s Giselle.’ Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My whole world just stopped. I think my lungs stopped working. Why is she here? Why now? ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Positive.’

“They - they took a tunnel, my lord. Or so they said. They - planned to take us or kill us, but you - you got here too quickly.” “Thank you,” Garrett replied gently, extending a claw and slashing the rope that bound her neck and then her wrists, torso, and ankles. She cringed as he reached towards her and kept her eyes closed until she felt her bonds fall away, looking at him then with the same fear he’d seen in Cassia’s eyes - mixed with tremulous hope. He shook his head sadly, composing his face as she quickly looked at the ground and rubbed her wrists. He was glad he’d taken his mother’s advice and made sure half of their party was female.

she says, sounding so damn excited to see me, with just a hint of a French accent. I bite my lip. Then, when she turns her head to the side and I see the bright red mark on her neck, I deflate. “Why are we so horny?” I ask Jamie. “No idea,” she says, sounding like she does have an idea or two. “I am Savannah, General to the Fifth Cohort. This right here is Xenia and Felix. I’m taking you guys to your dorm, the other two will meet us there,” she says. I look at the two figures beside her.

Madison explained. It really had been funny when she said she’d say Garrett was an omega. Any demon should be able to scent his power level. Even if they didn’t know what he was. I was glad she was following through on taking care of Celia. My Beta would be lost without her. “You said two of your harem were more ill than the others, but only ask this consideration for one. Why not for the other?” He asked.

He had been in contact with the other platoons and they were all getting on well based on the reports, but he couldn't stop himself from worrying. The next morning they packed up and set off, with Verra taking a less aggressive approach the rest of the platoon got their chance to shine. One girl with purple hair interested Xasha the most, she was a rare sound mage; she was using a Black cello twice her height as her weapon, cutting energy beasts in half with sound waves.

"Okay. Operation: Husband Rescue Squad—wait, no. Operation: Wife Retrieval is a go." Dimension X-9. The Golden Palace. The Vesperas had already breached the front gate. Smoke rose from the courtyard. Guards were running around screaming, terrified of the woman with the dragon magic and the woman with the plasma arm. Modern Vespera was taking cover behind a golden statue, reloading her rifle. "I'm out!" she yelled. "Who brings a gun without ammo?" "You usually have Oryn carry it!" Mafia Vespera shouted back, pinning down three guards with suppressive fire.

"Also, you must know. I'm fucking immune to magic.' I released him just as I returned us to his chamber. His body dropped hard on the floor. He coughed up blood and coughed again, and then wheezed, trying his best to oxygenate his lungs. Now thirsty for more, I grabbed his golden hair to the root and kicked him down so that the rest of his body would be kissing the floor. 'I told you already I don't share what's mine. Serena is my mate and for threatening her life, you get my fangs,' I told him in his mind. The red in his face drained and for the first time, I saw fear in his eyes. That smug expression of his was finally gone. "Yo—u ca—n't kill m—e," he rasped, "I'm a guar—dian!" Speaking of

Captain (gasping): “That’s… not a militia.” Guard (voice shaking): “It’s the Unseen Pack. The exiles. And Luna Ceres… she’s leading them.” Cut to: Ceres stands at the treeline. Her armor glows faint violet. Behind her, wolves stir. Seers murmur incantations. A young girl with silver eyes places a flaming banner into the soil. Ceres (lifting her blade): “You took our names. You buried our blood. Tonight, we dig it up.” She steps forward, calm but commanding.

My guards stepped aside and a woman entered, moving like a shadow given form. She was dressed in sleek black from head to toe—fitted trousers, a high-collared coat, and boots that didn’t make a sound as she walked. Her hair was long and straight, cascading down her back like dark silk. Her expression was calm, composed, almost too perfect. Around her neck hung a single obsidian pendant etched with glowing silver runes. She stopped a few feet from me and offered a shallow bow. “Lord Hades,” she said. “I am Irene. A witch, and a loyal confidant of Gamma Celeriac.”

“I, Gamma Aldrin Rosales, accept you, Lady Sheena…” “Gilberts…” She beamed at me. “Accept you, Lady Sheena Gilberts of the Mystic Pack as my mate, the future Gamma Female of the Silver Crest Pack. May the Goddess bless this bond between us…” “I, Lady Shenna Gilberts of the Mystic Pack,” she began and her voice croaked. “Accept you Gamma Aldrin Rosales of the Silver Crest Pack as my mate. May the Goddess bless this bond between us…” I let go of the breath I was holding as I closed my eyes. I pulled her face closer, resting our foreheads together, our noses touching. “You’re mine, Sheena.”