Shepard Liara Novels & Stories

She felt something was off about him but she couldn't quite pinpoint it “Where are you headed?” he asked. *** Lyra and Jasper sat in silence, eating raspberry and white chocolate cupcakes. Jasper had walked Lyra to Tyler’s corner. Unfortunately, he wasn’t there. Jasper had offered to follow Lyra to the coffee shop. “What pack are you from?” Jasper asked, breaking the silence. “Umm..” Lyra said choking on her food. “Dark hills pack” she lied through her teeth. “what about you?” “Salem pack” he muttered looking away from her.

Lyra, assembling her team, chose a diverse group: Anya, the historian whose knowledge of ancient civilizations now rivaled the legends themselves; Kairos, the young telepath whose empathy resonated with unparalleled strength; and Xylia, a brilliant Xylosian engineer known for her unorthodox solutions. Their vessel, the latest iteration of the Echo Seeker, skimmed through the cosmic expanse, its scanners struggling to decipher the discordant symphony. As they ventured deeper into the Fractured Chords, the emotions intensified – fear, anger, paranoia, and a chilling, pervasive sense of distrust.

The seal King Aurelian placed upon his bloodline. Liam came toward her. "What happens when it opens?" The guardian looked at him. "The memories return." Lia stared at her hand. "No." She didn't want them. Whatever she had been in another life she was Lia now. Liam's wife. Ethan and Elena's mother. She didn't want another identity taking that away. But the mark continued spreading. Up her wrist. Toward her arm. Her vision blurred. Then she heard a man's voice. Warm.

The colonists on Tarsus IV would get a new water reclamation system. Lyra leaned back in her ergonomic chair, rolling the stiffness from her shoulders. She reached up, removed the plain, dark-framed glasses she wore, and set them on the desk. They were non-prescription, a prop, a shield. A relic of Elara. She stood and walked to the window, the city’s electric glow painting her silhouette in blues and pinks. The woman reflected in the reinforced glass was a stranger to Selenar. The long, chestnut hair that had always been tightly braided as a Luna now fell in a loose, wavy cascade past her shoulders. The soft, rounded curves she’d hidden under layers of ceremonial wool and silk were now clad

but even that physical pain was nothing compared to the humiliation. She - Liana Vale , second daughter of the Vale family, hailed as Meridian City’s top beauty, a medical genius, spoiled since childlhood-since when had she ever suffered like this? It was all because of that idiot Aria! No-maybe she wasn't an idiot at all. Maybe she'd been playing dumb from the very beginning. At that thought, Liana’s eyes burned blood- red with rage. "Aria Vale!!! I swear I'l kill you!" If - no, when - she got out of this and made it back to Meridian City, she'd make Aria pay for every second of this. She'd turn her life into a living hell.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

That name sounded familiar to me. I've heard it before, but where? "How are you feeling, Mrs.. Ophelia?" "Lia, just call me Lia," I corrected her. Brenda's gaze turned sad. "Are you complaining about something, Lia?" "My head is spinning and my stomach hurts. But above all, where am I now, doctor? This doesn't look like a hospital room." "You’re not in a hospital. You’re at Mr. Nix's house. He found you lying on the street and saved you."

Her only duty was to serve the Blackwood image. And through it all, Selene had been there—whispering "comfort" while twisting the knife. Now, these same people smiled at her as if they had adored her from the cradle. The taste of hypocrisy was sharper than the wine. “So tell us, Elara,” Lydia piped up, her voice lilting with a hint of a trap. “Will you be taking a more… active role in VossTech now? Surely you’re not too overwhelmed, poor thing?”

Around them waited the Circle of Free Sovereigns: Selene, High Starmarshal of the Moonborn Guard Kaelia, Keeper of the Wards Fendrel, Lord Commander of the Rogue Coalition Kharon, Chieftain of the Beast Clans Seraphiel, Envoy of the Reformed Celestials Caelum, Warden of the Eastern Marches Nyra ascended to the dais, her presence still commanding after all she had endured. Selene rose to greet her, violet eyes weary but unwavering. “Mother,” Selene said softly. “Daughter.” Nyra touched her shoulder with a gentle smile.

"And that I'll explain everything when the time is right." Nanny Winters nodded, accepting my non-answer with the same stoic patience she showed in all things. Later, as Sparrow helped me into my disguise, I contemplated the meeting ahead. Lieutenant Reid—Slayer Reid, as he was known among the Royal Guard—was a dangerous man with a fearsome reputation. In my previous life, his arrival at the Morgan estate had ended in tragedy. "The herbs from Silverleaf Apothecary will mask your scent," Sparrow explained as she applied a special paste to my pulse points. "No one will recognize you as a she-wolf."