Garrus X Shepard Novels & Stories

I unfolded my legs and folded them the other way when he turned his eyes back my way, and as I did, I noticed Sophia’s cheeks flushing red. Frowning, I paid more attention to where Garrett’s gaze was going the next time he turned my way. My heart sank for a second time that night, as I saw his eyes lock with Sophia’s and they stared at each other’s souls for a split second before they both looked away and pretended like nothing happened. But what I saw in Garrett’s eyes wasn’t something I had ever seen before. He never looked at another female that way. I looked at my best friend, trying to see what he saw, but only saw the beauty of her radiant brown eyes and shoulder-length brown hair that

He trained with the warriors during the day, helped reinforce patrol routes at night, and spent most evenings buried in strategy discussions with Kade and Ronan. The pack watched him cautiously at first. Not because they distrusted his strength. Because they knew what he represented. Ronan’s past. The massacre. Everything painful and unfinished. I think Garrett understood that too. Which was why he never pushed. Not with Ronan. Not with anyone. Still, tension lingered between them. Not hostile anymore. Just complicated. The kind of complicated built from shared grief and too many unanswered years. One evening, I found Garrett alone near the western watchtower sharpening blades beneath the di

The heart of the Gemini system pulsed with a familiar energy. Decades had woven a tapestry of silver on Anya's hair, and Kairos' once vibrant green eyes held a depth of experience. Yet, their resolve remained unwavering as their vessel docked at the bustling headquarters of the Guardians.

~Raemon~ “Who the hell is Xavier?” I yelled out immediately we got back to our quarters. The image of her running and smiling at the sound of whoever Xavier was, was killing me. I could feel my chest tighten. “If I guessed correctly, that should be Alpha’s Zane gamma.” Dexter spoke out. I walked away with mixed feelings even after doing all she wanted. I thought it would make her lay her guards down around me but this new information was killing me. “What’s going on?” Annika walked in without knocking. Or maybe she did but I was way out of it to think of anything or hear anything right now.

So… She was the mate of the Beta? "Well. Welcome, dear." Madam Dera said with a bigger smile as she helped the warrior up and they left the room. Uhmm.." She cleared her thought "I am your mate?" She said, more like questioning him. Garry's mind was lost in thoughts, his mind began remembering those times when her scent would suddenly rush to him, how he was able to discern her scent even if she was in a distance, and then the attraction he felt for her. Getting no reply from him, she bowed and turned to leave but he caught her in the arm.

" I stood up and reached for the gun and in an instance shot him straight in the heart. The guards came charging towards me and i dodged their attacks while shooting all of them down. "Garcia! Where are you?!" I spoke through the communicator. But he didn't respond. "Garcia!!" I yelled while attempting to kill the guards charging towards me. "Die!" I spun around. But I was 2 seconds too late. I couldn't react fast enough to the attack behind me. I quickly shut my eyes, ready for the impact i'm going to receive. I heard a sharp gash, but the yelp after that didn't come from me. I opened my eyes to see the guard in front of me laying flat on my feet. I looked up to see Garcia licking his lips

Garrick never gave his soldiers mercy—or minds. The bond pulsed. A spark under my skin. Elara. I pushed it down. She was safe in the stronghold; Ronin would have her guarded. I had to believe that. Another scent cut through the chaos. Familiar. Old. Garrick. I turned toward the treeline and saw him step out of the haze—massive, broad, eyes like a storm over dark water. He hadn’t aged a day, the bastard. His smirk was the same too: cold and amused, as if the slaughter around us were a private joke.

For a brief second their gazes met, before looking up at me again. “As an alpha, that can’t be easy for you,” Ashley noted. Well, no shit, Sherlock! “And as your mate, seeing either one of you unhappy would kill me,” I replied, beginning to feel rather impatient. “So please,” I begged, closing my eyes, wishing this moment would pass already. “Just tell me!” The silence didn’t last long… “There’s nothing to tell, Dargan,” Gaia said softly--- and I gasped when I felt her hand wrap around my biceps. The soft tingles felt amazing against my skin as she gently caressed my tense muscles. “We’re your mates.”

, I answered. A rogue came at her from behind. I intercepted him. Tore his throat out. She didn't thank me. Didn't need to. We moved like we'd been fighting together for years because in a way, we had. The training. The history. The bond that wouldn't stay dead. “It's not dead”, I realized. “It's dormant. Waiting”. “Waiting for what?” For us to stop being afraid. --- Garrett watched from the edge of the trees. He didn't fight. Didn't shift. Just stood there, arms crossed, watching his rogues fall. Watching me tear through them like they were made of paper.

"Second time? You passed out in a room full of kids and cursed iron. Also zero stars." She studied his face for a moment. This man was the Gamma. Part of the Shadowclaw royal family. High general of their armies. Respected. And yet... he looked like he was nervous she might reject him. "Thank you," she whispered. Just two words. But she said them like they meant everything. Jax stilled, unable to look away from her. Everything about her was magnetic. "You're welcome," he said after a moment. Before he realized what he was doing, he touched her cheek again.