Shepard Liara の小説・ストーリー

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.

‘Night? No response. "Let’s take her to Silver Moon Pack by using your wind power," Eliam said, looking at his unconscious mate. Little did he know that he was crying, looking at her situation. Wylder nodded his head, agreeing with him. When he came here to find Eliam’s mate, he had no idea that he would end up losing Arabella. * "Doctor Wayne?" Wylder asked for Liara at the hospital's reception. "She is in the operation right now." She informed him before asking him, "Does she smell like a human? What is she?"

Leading every charge. Fighting beside his people. Refusing to retreat. The sight inspired everyone. Because if their Alpha was still standing, Then so were they. Meanwhile, Lia refused to remain hidden. She moved through the medical tents helping the wounded. Carrying supplies. Treating injuries. Doing whatever she could. The sight broke Liam's heart every time he saw her. Because even now— Even surrounded by war— She was protecting people. The woman he loved had never changed. And that only made him love her more.

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

Only Aria knew the truth—it had been Liana who tampered with the drink. Which made Clara and Aria unwilling but necessary allies against a shared enemy. After Clara left, Aria finished packing. She didn’t own much—just a few changes of clothes. That was all she’d ever been allowed under Rowan Vale’s roof. She didn’t go downstairs. Instead, she waited calmly in her room, knowing exactly who would appear next. Soon, a knock came. Liana stepped inside holding a steaming bowl of chicken soup, her smile overly bright and dripping with false warmth.

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."

Lady Becca’s face flashed in my mind, her rage, her grief, her certainty that I’d killed her husband. “That’s enough, Lady Cordelia,” Seraphina said firmly, her voice cutting through the tension. “Liora was pardoned by the Alpha Heir himself. If you have an issue with that decision, perhaps you should take it up with Lord Darren.” Lady Cordelia’s lips pressed into a thin line.

Just let me rewrite this…Let me rewrite me. A single tear slipped from the corner of her eye. Then… nothing. No nurses rushing in. No family holding her hand. Just the sound of rain. And silence. ——— There was a bright flash of light. The first thing she noticed was the warmth. Followed by the feeling of soft sheets that might have just been under the sun, then drizzled with lavender scent. A quiet hum from outside…people? Elara's eyes flew open. She sat up, heart slamming against her ribs. Her hands were smooth. Her wrists unscarred and her hair long, thick, not hacked off during another "episode."