Garrus X Shepard Novels & Stories

This is Garrick, Voron’s fiercely loyal Beta and the chief traditionalist of the northern houses. ​"Step back, Garrick," Alpha Voron warns, his voice low and strained, his hand twitching toward his Beta's arm. ​Garrick ignores his Alpha. His cold, amber eyes fix directly on my face, completely unbothered by the brilliant, radioactive lavender light pulsing from the mark on my neck. He lowers his center of gravity, his large hands resting on the iron hilt of the broadsword strapped to his hip.

They had no faces, only glowing laser scale and heavy kinetic projector weapons. The old guard systems of Aegis-Null did not see Vesper as allies. For cold logic of the Azilla protocols she was just the monster they fight outside wanted. Raven defended herself, his blade in the left, the gun in the Right hand. The blade woke up to life with a bright, blue cliche. He Vesper looked at, and at this moment the absolute danger of life prevailed between them no more mistrust. Only the cold, sharp band of two hunters in

I held his gaze until the laugh ran its course, which did not take long, because Garrick has a strong instinct for self-preservation. Isora had pushed the guard back. They were talking now, the two of them, heads bent toward each other in the specific posture of a conversation that has weight and urgency to it, and I already knew the shape of that conversation because I had told her Nightfall Pack twenty minutes ago and watched her face do what it did when I said it. I had known she was from Nightfall from the second night. Everything after that had been a confirmation.

Warriors frozen mid-leap, their silver armor turning brittle and shattering as the Syndicate soldiers moved in with heavy hydraulic hammers. "No!" I slammed my fist against the console. "They’re using our own environment against us!" From the command deck of the drill, a figure emerged. Sarah stood on the observation platform, protected by a dome of Null-Glass. She was wearing a headset, her face twisted in a smirk of pure, vengeful triumph.

That was where I thought best—where I brooded without interruption. But tonight, I wouldn’t be alone. My mind spiraled, torn between two possibilities. Was she lying? Or was she truly a target? If it wasn’t her, then someone else had done this. Someone inside these walls. Only one name kept surfacing in my head—Garrick. He hated her. Ever since the Blood Trials. Ever since she floored him in combat like a wolf made of flame and fury. His ego hadn’t healed from the wound she left. He wanted her dead. That much, he had never hidden well.

she yelled. The guards were shocked,as far as they can remember, their Alpha didn't accepts visitors in this floor and seeing this woman's guts but they weren't ordinary human guards,they were well trained werewolves,they knew their Alpha had never being in a relationship before so they thought of a way to handle the situation.one of werewolves mind linked the gamma informing about the situation at hand.

I raised my gaze and met the attentive faces of Aquiles and Hélios. “We'll deal with it when it happens.” Aquiles spoke, with his usual serenity. “No.” I shook my head. “You don't understand… Gáta is a Cultist and I trusted her. This means she had access to my domain. At least, to a part of it.” “Don't worry, I was out because of this. I already put her on the blacklist and removed her access from our domains.” Shara intervened, his voice filled with resolute coldness.

Cyrus nodded approval at nuanced insight. Clever Omar's mobile features shifted subtly, releasing defensive tension coiled instinctively tight. Perhaps these grizzled outliers little reckoned finding their Name etched in feminine eyes full of compassion peering past surface scars into weary conscience. "Got more stones than the lot of us, Missy. No denying that!" Garrett chuckled amazed by the unlikely dialogue revealing common ground where mistrust ruled supreme moments prior. A metallic clatter at the lounge entrance drew attention before further revelations. A mangy grey stray peered around the doorway, bushy tail low and cautious until I extended gentle fingers.

He scooped Jaxon up and left the suite without another word, leaving the door open just long enough for me to hear the fading sound of Jaxon's sobs down the corridor. I stood there, paralyzed, unable to move. I lost my son. That afternoon, Dorian was gone. The guard stationed in the sitting room was a new Beta named Garrus. He was younger, leaner, and looked visibly stressed, his hand constantly resting near the sheath of the hunting knife at his hip. I approached him cautiously, testing the security shift. "Where is Dorian?" I asked. Garrus barely glanced at me. "He was reassigned. To a more critical post."

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."