Femshep X Garrus Novels & Stories

Felza. With my heart racing, I gasped and fell back a step. The group began to whisper in surprise. Rapidly, Rhys jumped in front of me and wrapped his body around me. He stuttered, "You're wrong." "felza is not yours." Fenris's smile grew bigger, showing sharp, dangerous teeth. She is, though. You see, she's different. Something you haven't done in very long. "What are you talking about?" Rhys lost it, and his hands clenched together.

Their distrust pressed against me like a physical force, a barrier we would need to break through if we hoped to secure their alliance. Fenris, the leader of the Emberfangs, stood at the center of the camp, his presence commanding and unyielding. His eyes, dark and piercing, assessed us as we approached, a silent challenge in his gaze. Garrick stepped forward, his posture confident yet respectful, a bridge built over the chasm of their shared history. "What brings you to our territory, Garrick?" Fenris asked, his voice a low growl that rumbled like distant thunder. "We need allies," Garrick replied, his tone firm but respectful. "Kael threatens us all, and we cannot face him alone."

Iared, Zahred & Daemnixi were amazed “Phageomora?! Impossible, I thought you’re brainwashed by Corona” Iared shouted “unfortunately I wasn’t, I actually hid when Planet Harmony was under Corona’s control” said Phageomora. Iared, Zahred & Daemnixi were amazed. Phageomora looked at me “I know you’re thinking about my gender while I was gone. Everyone thought that I’m male but in actual fact” she then removed her hat and I saw multiple braids glued on her hair “I’m female sweetie” she said “wait you’re female. I thought you’re male” I asked her “true I was but I had female parts and extremely long hair hence the braids glued on my hair” she explained. I looked at her wrist and saw Friendly Stra

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

I said “On our way sir” he replied **WAREHOUSE** “Jack, I paid you to capture all and not only two,” Angelina said “I thought you wanted Andrew and you have him, what again do you want?” I asked “I also wanted Veronica to watch while I kill the love of her life” she replied “What are we going to do with the girl?” I asked “That is your business Jack…. Where is that noise coming from, guys go and check that” She instructed “Ma, he tried to escape with his daughter but we were there on time,” one of the guys said

That was the girl who looked a little like Queta. However, Gerald did not continue staring at them. Instead, acted nonchalantly as he quickly withdrew his gaze. Gerald sat one row behind the two girls together with Marven. Could she really be from the Fenderson family? The more he looked at her, the more Gerald felt that the girl really looked like Queta. The girl named Jasmine was really very cold and arrogant. Gerald noticed that even though she was really beautiful, she did not seem to portray much emotions or expression on her face at all.

Chapter 24: The Unseen Divide Within the Bloodstone Keep, the air was thick with the suffocating scent of deception. Tessa spent her days in the shadow of the great hall, carefully curating her appearance to maintain the facade of a pregnancy that did not exist. She moved with a practiced, deliberate grace, ensuring that no one looked too closely at the subtle padding beneath her robes. Her secret was a fragile, dangerous weight. Her alliance with Garrick’s ambitious Delta warrior was the only thing holding her crumbling ambition together, a desperate gamble to secure her status as the mother of the future Alpha.

I placed my thumb on the fingerprint scanner on the wall and the screen on the wall turned green. "Voice recognition—" "Ethan Frost," I cut it off. There was a three-second delay. "Welcome back, Master Ethan." A slight jolt and the elevator was on its way to sublevel 2. I closed my eyes and sighed. A pressing matter at hand. The peace had become fragile, and it was only a matter of time before different packs started pointing hands at each other. Death to the Moon Goddess' vessel. The statement was clear. The rogues had someone directly funding them.

Early in the afternoon, Alara heard raised voices echo from the fortress interior. She and Ezra rushed inside, discovering that a group of suspicious figures—once loyal warriors—had been discovered near a lesser-used storeroom. Some had runic tattoos hidden beneath their uniform sleeves. A fierce confrontation had erupted, with Damien, Lucas, and half a dozen guards locking the corridor down. By the time Alara and Ezra arrived, spells and steel were clashing, the hallway full of shouting and the acrid scent of burned cloth where minor magical attacks singed the stone.

Before long the entire discussion moved to how I would be a decent resource for base camp, for the most part as a female covert operative. "She would be a decent mate or worker to one of the aristocrats," Markus notes, checking in a scratch pad before him. Ferrars took a gander at Markus direly after he says this, the entirety of the unexpected puts resources into the discussion. "Markus, she's mated as of now," he says, then abruptly stops and appears as though he needs to hack what he expressed once more into his throat. The other four pause and gaze at him. "Also, how might you know that?" Genevieve asks, raising an eyebrow. Ferrars doesn't express anything accordingly.