Garrus X Shepard Novels & Stories

Their leader, a scarred Alpha named Garen, stepped into the firelight, his fur a matted, rusty brown, his eyes a piercing, lightless yellow. "We heard the Sovereigns had returned to the dirt," Garen hissed, his voice sounding like the snapping of dry twigs. "We came to see if the wolf of the stars has any teeth left. Or has the soft light of the nebula turned your blood to water, Killian?"

She was with Garrick. Deep into the night, the sentinels sounded the alarm. Shea came out of the house, Garrick already in position. "Ready for this?" Garrick looked down at his hands. "As ready as I can be." Shea noted the tone in his voice and looked up at him. "You ok?" "That remains to be seen."

"What about 4-eyes and carrot top here?" The two felt threatened. "They are with me." replied Professor Althea. "These are Sebastian Revius and Margarette Gunnar." "Gunnar... Sounds familiar" General Muller scratches his stubbly chin, "ah yes, Gunnar Knights, and this is... Revius..." he suddenly brightened up, "Oh, the young Silver! That makes my job easier then!" The professor suddenly kicks his shins. "OW!" he yelled, accompanied with several explicits, "What is it now, woman!"

It was clear that Charlotte had emerged victorious, her perseverance and strategic brilliance prevailing. As Richard slowly rose to his feet, he extended a hand to Charlotte, acknowledging her triumph. She accepted the gesture, her eyes reflecting a mixture of victory and respect. Though weary and bruised, the two warriors stood united in their shared pursuit of excellence. Applause erupted from the other guards and warriors, resonating with awe and admiration. While the fight had initially been for the position of Captain of the Guard, it had showcased both warriors' remarkable skills and spirit. I looked at Adam, mind-linking him, "I believe we have found my Captain of the Guard. Ironicall

Thumping this hard against my chest. “Bullshit... she's alive... I... she's not... fuck...” “You killed her... not you, but your cursed version. I warned you; I told you; I begged you not to, but you were obsessed with her. You weren't having your fill watching her from afar. I found shredded bits of her. I begged you to not indulge in that wedding; you claimed you wanted to make an honest woman of her.” Garsons spoke for a moment; his gaze held no emotion in them, no anger, no pain, no regret, but that was a lie, because he had served me as a friend and as my right-hand man for years; he masked his emotions whenever I was hurt.

“Go. Please.” Garrett looked like he hated every second of it, but he nodded. “I’ll be right outside if you need anything.” He walked past Xander, shoulders stiff. The door shut with a soft click. Xander moved so fast she barely saw it. One second he was by the door, the next her back was against the counter and his arms were on either side of her, trapping her. His smell hit her hard—pine trees and campfire smoke, the same scent that used to make her feel safe. The mate bond woke up in her chest, warm and annoying, pulling at her even now.

Jayden growled looking up at him. “You don’t, but when I know she can kill me I'd rather have an alliance between us for now,” he growled. “I have the spell; I think we should do it before something else happens,” he said pulling a book from the altar. Garrett struggled to get out of the chain, “And why would you help us?” Garrett growled. “Because maybe I love her too.” Gage spat at him. Garrett rolled his eyes, “Psh, you wish.” he growled.

They climaxed together releasing their love juices and spilling it down to the floor. Gallen brought her down and supported her to stand. He gave her a long and full filing kiss and as he released her, she looked over his shoulder. She saw the fleeting form of a fuchsia-haired marksman with a glinting sniper. An evil smile made its way to her lips. The bitch didn't even have enough guts to do anything. What a loser.

As if on sight, both guards stood straight, their eyes burning with everything negative you could think of. “Halt,” One of the guards narrowed his eyes, as he barked. “State your business.” “I’m a returning resident.” I kept my voice steady. “I’m Luna Lyra, the wife of Alpha Xander and….” The guards exchanged a look, one that didn't sit right with me, but I pushed that aside as I continued speaking. “So if you'll just let me through…” I'd barely taken a couple of steps forward, before both their swords clashed to form a huge X.

We both stand guard with our arms crossed. "He's not a friendly face. That asshole is trying to steal my mate." I growl. "I take it you both decided to stop torturing each other." Gunner appears from out of the blue. He hands me a glass of Scotch. "I caved. I couldn't stand being just her friend any longer. You can shove that look you're giving me up your ass. We're gonna take this at her pace." Gunner pours himself another glass. I hold out mine for a refill. Never taking my eyes off my girl.