Femshep X Garrus Novels & Stories

A pained look crosses Janus’ face “Garnet managed a spectacular move with her foot whilst I had her arm twisted high up her back and stomped me full in the jewels. To be honest I’m proud of the move but not too happy to be on the receiving end.” Gunther laughs aloud and I can barely stifle my laugh. “I like it that he can admit that Garnet got him good but it’s quite pathetic being hurt by a girl.” Gunther laughs. I cringe. I’ve seen Garnet spar during training and she’s got power, accuracy and speed. But Gunther’s right: she’s a girl. Not a warrior in training. I turn to Jared “And your story? Who kicked you? Who gave you the kitty scratch?”

I know both of them are desperate to get back to their mates. Yara, my new Gamma female, is strong and fierce but also kind. She comes from a very powerful Gamma line in Yellowstone and is a perfect match for Jasper. Emily, my new Delta female, is calm and quiet, a watcher. People often underestimate her because of it, but she is an incredibly strong fighter. Not in Zahra’s league, of course, but strong nonetheless, and she keeps Marcus on his toes.

“He is trying so hard not to touch you, Sienna. You could probably set him on fire by breathing too close.” Maya giggles. “I can’t believe you haven’t marked each other yet.” My face burns. “That would be moving too fast, and he is…a zareth.” “We know,” Astrid says, sighing. “And yeah, I get the concern. He is different from us, but goddamn it, Sienna. I’m jealous.” This is new to me. “Jealous?” “Uh-huh,” Maya swoons in her chair, cheek leaning against her cheek. “Your man woke up early and fixed breakfast. Didn’t speak to us, but smiled and then…then he started to fix the pipes, like he’s got something to prove.”

Magical torches, placed at measured intervals, cast a yellowish glow over the damp ground and leaves, which had not yet dried fully from the night-time dews. Garrison walked at the very front. His posture rigid and his jaw set, he scanned every inch of the territory they passed through. As always, he did not speak much, but the accompanying guards already understood his patterns. When he took the field personally, it meant that the situation could not be taken lightly. A deputy walked alongside Garrison on his right. Hera Vance, a woman with dark hair neatly tied back. She wore a uniform as severe as her expression. Her eyes were sharp and her movements were efficient; not a single step was

Gosh I almost lost it back there, Nora is so annoying! Mom words popped up on my head. •Be careful Zara. Do not get into trouble• I sighed and bit my lower lip, I was about to twist the door knob and leave when I heard footsteps. I turned gently to see the blue haired cutie stepping out from a door. The upper buttons of his shirt are opened, showing his chest. Waiting a sec......what was he doing here?. This is a female restroom. As soon as I thought of that, the sassy queen bee stepped out of the same door Negan came out from.

I needed to be there. We slammed into the main clash near the northwest defenses. Claws and fangs met in a frenzy. Garrick fought like a demon at my side, his alliance warriors proving their worth as they cut down mercenaries. Seraphina joined from the east, her redemption complete in the way she anticipated moves and protected our flanks without hesitation. No more doubts. Just blood and loyalty. I tore through the enemy line, driven by the bond’s urgent pull. Elias’s voice reached me faintly: *They’re close... the pup—*

Chase thought for a moment and decided to answer truthfully. "Oh, the Glazed Kingdom still exists? You should've met the king, then?" The woman turned her head, though her emotions remained unreadable. "No. Who are you, though?" Chase frowned. The four guardians were formed when four generals used their bodies to seal the demon race. Could this woman be one of those four generals? "General Nefarious Moon, Millie Scovel." The woman answered without hesitation, then continued, "Since you've freed me, I'll repay you."

The demon’s head rolled on the ground of the fortress before it turned to ashes and siphoned into Thersar’s sword, which now flickered with the word “Bestia” Thersar face was ashen. His eyes were losing their fae citrine spark as he battled to breathe. He was slumped on the floor when he turned to Marleeken, who was nearby and fighting off the demons. Thersar groaned and gasped through the bouts of blood which spouted out and splayed from his mouth as he tried to speak:

She became rigid, her shoulders tense, and the corners of her lips twitched visibly as she struggled to maintain her poise. As the warrior moved again to obey my command, Giselle's frustration boiled over. “I am your Luna! Are you not afraid of my words?” she yelled angrily, her voice echoing across the training grounds. The tension in the air cackled as her fury heightened. I could see that Giselle was slowly losing her hold on the warriors. One of the warriors stepped forward, his gaze steady and resolute.“You are our Luna, but Astrid is our general. As warriors of the Pack, we pledge our loyalty to her,” he declared, his voice ringing with conviction.

Preparing to breach a supernatural contract and descend into the land of shattered souls, and asking me if I was with her. I pressed my forehead against hers. "I'm with you," I said. "I'm always with you. I just needed a moment to hate it first." She exhaled, and some of the tension in her shoulders came down a fraction. "That's fair," she said. "Hate it all you want. Just keep moving." "Always do." "Good." She straightened, and I saw her put the fear somewhere internal, not gone, just filed. Dealt with later. The way she dealt with everything that would slow her down. "Now let's go get our Gamma back."