Femshep X Garrus Novels & Stories

I murmured. “And what was that?” My hands fisted as I recalled what I had heard while standing outside Kaan's chamber. “Jalissa Escuro's armies.” Unexpectedly, Garren placed his hand on my shoulder. “Maybe he is yet to realize you're worth more than thousands of warriors.” A soft smile curved my lips, and something wrapped around my chest, filling me with a mix of sweet and bitter. “Perhaps he will,” I murmured. “Someday…” ***

Sassa. “Either way, I’m happy to be the Goddess for as long as it takes. Besides, I’m needed in the future to help one who will try to destroy mankind.” I look back at Sofia and Xavius. “I Sofia Williams, accept you Xavius, Guardian of The Gate of Purgatory as my fated mate.” I smile at her as Xavius reaches for her cheek and she leans into his touch. “I Xavius, Guardian of The Gate of Purgatory, accept you Sofia William as my fated mate.” she steps closer to him as he lowers his head to kiss her and she kisses him back. I feel emotional as I watch my baby sister accepting and being accepted by her mate.

One bullet between his eyes. The pallet from the gun sparks with the arcane spell drafted on its surface. The purple electric current surges through his small body briefly. With the captain’s other hand, she holsters her sword and then his pistole. The three are now in the hallway in front of the cell. Gazes looming in the eyes of a half-alive Vetra. Vetra cannot speak or form such words from the drugs and toxins that correlate within her body. Garth looks at her and then turns his vision to the lifeless corpse. “You know, you disobeyed the rule of parlay, right captain?” A scoff breaches from the captain’s mouth. She looms over at Vetra and speaks in a humbled manner. “The piss cunt isn’t a

She had come to this life with plans of vengeance and power, but the truth threaded through her rebellions: she had not expected him to make her want gentleness in return. Their hands brushed, brief and electric. The ledger crackled between them. “Tomorrow we pick another thread,” Darius said quietly. Elara nodded, her voice steady. “We pick until every hand that strikes us is bare.” Outside, in his tower, Garron read his letters again and smiled a small, private smile at the word Garrison. The alliance remained hidden for now, wrapped in the velvet of diplomacy. The snare had been set and countered, and the game drew them all closer to the center.

She had that cold detachment I recognized from those loyal to Brian, mostly because she is a rogue wolf. "Lissa, step forward," Garreth ordered. The girl obeyed without hesitation, her eyes flicking to me with mild interest. "What are you doing?" I demanded, the tension in my voice rising. Garreth didn’t answer right away, his gaze shifting between me and the girl, lissa. Then he spoke, loud enough for everyone around to hear. " This here with me is Cara, a new recruit and a fresher. She seems to have a problem with how things are done, and fails to understand the situation around here. Perhaps a little demonstration will help her understand."

Ozaiah sighs, sharp-tongued. By consort, the gamma fang means a female from my harem. A section of the castle that houses, perhaps, fifty women? Perhaps more. I’ve lost count. It is utterly my mother’s handiwork. She’s hell-bent on forcing an heir into this world and she thinks that would happen by throwing every eligible female. Yet, my reign remains empty of a pup. Why? Two reasons—and no more.

"There is no proof! Only weak men are afraid to take power, to take charge! Take a good look at me. Do I look like a weakling who would fret over pieces of scribbled paper, forged signatures and crests?" "You are one of the strongest men that I know, my lord." "My lord, the Luna is coming this way," a guard announced. Without responding, Garrett turned sharply toward the tent flap as it opened and Vanessa strode in. She wore dark armor trimmed with silver, her hair braided tight, her posture regal but icy. "Father," she smoothly called, "I could hear your shouting from the far end of the camp. You are scaring the men, they are having second thoughts, and their faith in you, in us is wavering

"Everyone means everyone, no exceptions." Garth dramatically closed his eyes. One hand rose and clenched, then he exhaled deeply, trying to be patient. "Have you recently been in an accident that caused amnesia?" he asked without waiting for Greisy's answer. "My name is Garth Morris, and I am the Beta of the Frostholm Pack. Do you know that?" "While I am Cora Webb," Cora added. She lifted her face to look at Greisy. "I am the Gamma of the Frostholm Pack."

Finn, the newcomer, stood behind her with his arm around her waist, a smug grin plastered on his face. Marian's hair was tousled, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of anger and amusement. She was glistening with sweat, her skin shining under the light. "Can we help you, Nyx?" Finn asked, his tone laced with sarcasm. Seeing Finn's arm around Marian ignited a wave of anger in me, but I pushed it down, concentrating on what I needed to say. I took a deep breath, keeping my gaze fixed on Marian.

I swallowed hard and said, “What’s happening is that the goddesses screwed up. They trusted fate, but it perceived you and Peter as one. When my mother said I had three fated mates, she meant you and Peter as one, William and…” I swallowed hard again. Fenrir gripped my arms and said, “Who is the other one, Emma?” His voice was stern. I sighed and said, “Warren Foster.” Fenrir roared so loud I thought he would rip my head off. He walked away from me, shouting, “Have you seen him? Did you sleep with him, Emma? You’re mine! And I won’t share you with ANYONE ELSE!” He took one plate and threw it against the window, breaking it into a thousand pieces.