Meredith Shepherd Novels & Stories

the healer announced sadly. Melanie collapsed on the ground, her body shaking with the intensity of her grief. "Mel" Amber and Ophelia rushed to help their friend. "No" Thea fainted with shock. "Thea" Darius cried concerned. The good healer immediately rushed towards Thea and checked her pulse. "Lady Thea is weak. Moreover, she is with a child. She cannot handle these kinds of shocks. You should take care of her. She needs rest and food" he told Darius.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

So, she decided to approach this investigation subtly. First, Rachel revisited her messages with Seraphina and Amanda, scrolling through their past conversations. She opened her chat with Seraphina, skimming for anything that felt off. As she read through the texts, she noted Amanda’s comments that seemed oddly defensive or dismissive—especially when Seraphina expressed concern or excitement about the future. Rachel jotted down the most alarming exchanges, her heart racing with each discovery.

“Just finishing the 101 midterm.” She sighed and pulled a face. Quite a face. Meredith had one of the most expressive ones I’d ever seen, with all her thoughts flickering over her features for everyone to see. I suspected some kind of fox shifter ancestry, what with her reddish-brown hair, pointy nose, and golden-amber eyes, but she’d never said anything. Or offered to let me sequence her genome. Rude. I mean, if you couldn’t sequence your colleagues in the department, who could you sequence—without offering a hefty f*e, anyway—besides your own family?

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Lord Wen breathes heavily panting trying to stay stable, taking his time to get some energy back not having the strength to keep a step forward, his dress and cloaks are torn apart, the edges stained with blood. Spitting out the blood she wipes her chin "You can destroy him," her inner voice keeps giving her hope and strength, taking the sword which she dropped she stands up slowly her legs too weak to handle her weight. Sighing, she examines all the cuts on her body, letting out a loud painful sigh she grips tighter onto the sword.

He replied quietly, "Five. Thirty are injured." My jaw clenched and my claws threatened to extend. I caught sight of Lev in my peripheral vision and inhaled a calming breath. Liam continued, "We have a total of eight witches in our custody and none of them are ready to talk despite... all we've done. But one seems forthcoming." "Who?" "Her name's Meredith and she's desperate enough to tell me their locations as long as the witch is safe. I think she has a special connection to her." "What connection does she have with her?" I bit out, an unreasonable flame of jealousy igniting in me.

I don't want to fight, I just want a quiet life. [Hello? Are you listening?! I've been asking you for a while, Nicole, where is Elthon?] I moved the cell phone a little away from my ear because it was hurting my ear because of the loud voice. "He's still taking a bath, Auntie--" She's really like that, she always interrupts what I have to say or doesn't let me speak, as if she wants to be the only one to speak, and if I don't talk she gets mad. It's confusing, right? Just by thinking of that makes my head hurt.