Hannah Shepard Mass Effect Novels & Stories

"How is she alive when we buried her?" "She can't be the ex Luna," "Oh, yes that's the Alpha's ex…" The gossiping and shocked packmates murmur none stop but I continue walking and let them gossip. Daniel's footsteps keep pace with mine, soft and certain. He doesn't say anything either. As the inner hospital doors slide open, a familiar face is revealed. It's Dr. Hannah. She’s in full quarantine gear. But I’d know those eyes anywhere. Sharp. Tired. Always three steps ahead.

Brandon's eyes were wide with terror, his face pale as he stood motionless, Sheila's claws hovering ominously close to his jugular vein. "If you do, I'll tear his throat out, I promise you," Sheila hissed, her voice dripping with venom. Hannah's gaze locked onto Sheila's, her mind racing with desperation. She knew she had to act fast, or risk losing everyone she cared about. Hannah's eyes blazed with anger and tears as she gazed upon the lifeless body of the first person Sheila had killed on the phone. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her fists clenched in impotent fury.

However, she fell in love and married Hank Gryffon, who was the owner and an instructor of a training facility named 'Rudra Arsenal' on Zerg. She soon gave birth to two children, Creed and Hannah. They were a fortunate family, but that did not last long. After the sudden death of her husband, Anna had to take over his job in the training facility. She did it because the income was both stable and safe as compared to being a soldier. After some years of the grief of losing Hank, when Creed was 13-years-old and was about to complete high school. They found out that 10-years-old Hannah has developed symptoms of a rare genetic illness known as ‘Prion Disorder’.

I nod, walking over. "I'm Hannah," she says, patting the bench beside her. She's young, maybe only a year or two older than me. Blonde hair in a ponytail, bright blue eyes, genuinely warm smile. "I'm one of the healers. Well, healer-in-training, technically. Still learning." "Nice to meet you." "You too! Oh my god, we've all been dying to meet you. The triplets' fated mate. That's so rare. So special."

"Looks like i found your little hiding spot. Hear that guys the little orphan thinks that she's gonna go rouge after she turns 18." Next thing I know Ryder, Jess, and Jayce's girlfriend hannah appear behind them. Like Jess, Hannah has a fake spray tan too much makeup, she has grass green eyes and light brown hair cut into a bob. I sit silently staring down at my hands, since I'm not allowed to look at them. "Do you honestly believe my father would allow you to do that? You have yet to pay for the death of your parents." Ryders voice is cold when he speaks. Then hannah picks up my tray of food and throws it over my head. "What a stupid slave." Her voice is almost as squeaky as Jess's.

She was about to go in when my words stopped her. “And you just left them there? Are you trying to give up Declan to that infuriating assassin?” I asked her. “Assassin?” Her eyes widened. “You didn't know?” I crossed my arms, equally surprised. “Were you living under a rock? You have to be the only person who doesn't know Raven Ampleton of the BloodFang Tribe.” “That's her?” Hannah gasped. “Little wonder she is so fierce. When she introduced herself as Raven, I didn't think much about it. I've always heard stories about her and meeting her in person, she doesn't look capable of such.”

Amanda chokes, “You can’t kill them. You can only kill the witch that controls them.” “Then we’re going to kill some witches,” I pant, something wet sliding down my neck. Blood. Blood, from my ears. Goddess, if the muffled sound of the hellhound’s calls are enough to burst my eardrums in here, how bad is it out there, on the other side of Ryatt’s shield? I look down at Hannah, my hand trembling as I brush the hair out of her beautiful face. “Thank the Goddess you won’t remember any of this,” I whisper to her then gently scoot back and lay her head on the cold, damp earth.

The heat of the Arizona summer came on early and strong. By mid-morning, the warriors were drenched from training with swords and mixed martial arts, and had come inside to tackle the training of Hannah’s mind. Raphael and the other Saviors worked with Emma at the intermediate level of their healing arts, and then she practiced the meditation required to help her call upon her powers at will.

Like me I started believing the rumors surrounding her as an assassin after I saw her inflict pain on a student. What made it so hard to believe she was an assassin ? Hannah does sleep with some clients working with the Mendovas but when the clients are not longer useful, it's her duty to eliminate each one of them. They never made it alive to tell their story so the rumors of her being an assassin was brushed off.

“Young Master Hill, how have you been?” After pausing for a moment, she covered her lips. “Oops, that’s not right. Since Hill Corporation will soon be renamed, I’m afraid you’ll no longer be addressed as Young Master Hill.” Shaun’s gaze was cold. “Who are you?” The young woman froze before she reacted. “Oh, I forgot that you’ve become a fool some time ago, and you’ve forgotten many things. That’s alright. Let me introduce myself again. I’m Hannah Mead, and Minister Mead is my dad.”