Shepard Liara Novels & Stories

"You’ve spent decades trying to 'archive' us. Now you want to mine us? The answer is the same as it was in Oakhaven." "This isn't a negotiation," Aris replied, her tone softening into a chilling, maternal pity. "The 'Zero-Pulse' world is failing, Rhea. People are dying in the cities because the grids are failing. If you don't share this resource, the syndicates will send the 'Reapers'—not one, but an army. They will turn these Barrens into a glass-crater just to get to the liquid."

Lyra paced the small, dimly illuminated room as the shimmering candles cast long straws across the hallway. Her breath was shallow, her fingers shaking as she coupled them together, anxiously awaiting the healer’s return. She had visited the healer countless times before in the past months, seeking answers for the emptiness that had plagued her since she and Mason had first tried to conceive. But today was going to be different. The healer, an old woman with filled eyes and a voice like burnt wood, stepped into the room. Her gaze was sharp, as if she could see straight through Lyra’s and into the deepest parts of her soul.

“But the rule seems to hold. If you die in an Instance, Kiera, you don’t leave. Your story ends, but you don’t get an exit. You become part of the setting. Forever.” The cliff beneath us seemed to lurch. It wasn’t just a game with deadly stakes. It was a cosmic landfill for souls. A prison system with no parole. My vow to burn it down suddenly felt too small. I needed a thermonuclear warhead. A shift in the air, a presence I was hyper-aware of now. Liam stepped from behind a jagged rock, his gaze fixed on me. He’d heard it all. The shock was gone from his face, replaced by a grim, settled resolve. He’d found his lost Mad Luna, only to discover she’d been standing in a graveyard all along.

“If you’re there, don’t speak for me. Speak for the girls who can’t walk into that room with a scalpel and a title.” “I will,” Livia said. The line clicked softly as the call ended. Lyra lowered the phone slowly. The world was rearranging around Luna in real time. Aiden is trying to tie his own hands. Park sharpening clauses. Livia, belatedly, picking a side. Rhea, in her kitchen, re‑framing first meetings. For three years, Lyra had kept her daughter alive by minimizing the number of variables in their orbit. Suddenly, everyone wanted to orbit.

--- PERSONAL FILE Name: Lara Age: 27 Marital Status: Married. Husband: Alpha Lucien of the Wildfang wolf clan. Clan Status: Luna — unmatched bond, not marked. NOTABLE TRAITS: No inner wolf awakened. Quiet and composed under pressure. Demonstrates unusual emotional endurance and steadiness in difficult environments. Observed to be deeply loyal even where loyalty has not been returned. Carries herself with a natural dignity that does not match her recorded station. ---

Aria’s POV “That’s great news, Aria. You finally came to your senses.” Mira’s voice crackled through the moonstone crystal. I pictured her easily. Curly hair, ink-stained fingers, eyes that always looked like they were chasing the next idea. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the blank wall where Lycus’s cloak usually hung. “You’ve hidden long enough,” she said. “A Sigil Weaver of your skill, wasting away as a scribe in the Vane Hall? Pathetic.”

Without waiting for my consent my hands has already dialed up his number. "Ana?" His questioning voice was alarmed. "Hey" I said in a low voice. He waited for me to say something. "You still busy?" I asked warily. "I have a visitor, Ana...its Liara" he said reluctantly. "Oh" I remember him mentioning her name before. She was the princess of a popular planet, named…I could’nt remember the name. But I do remember that her planet is very popular among the others for their exceptional security system that keeps the unwelcome outsiders at bay. She is whom his parent's wanted him to marry and even arranged for a blind date. I clearly, remember him saying that he wasn't in the least bit interested

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

So she called the person she trusted the most in the world— There was a click as the call went through. “Hello?” “Madam Dahlia, it’s me, Spider.” Aria’s eyes were perfectly still in the darkness. “Good news. “—I’ve established contact with the assassination target.”

She studied from the start here and knew each and every corner of the school so she helped me navigate my math and coincidentally we had the same class. She was a chatterbox and had that friendly vibe however not everyone interacted with her over the last week I spent with her and I wondered why. She was nice to me and I wouldn't be wrong to say we were becoming friends. Sarah had the most beautiful set of dimples and she was blonde. Her smile was so beautiful. "Did you complete your homework, Arabella?" She asked me and I nodded my head as we took a seat in the front. "It was so hard I had to take help from Hades. And the sweetheart that he is, didn't even hesitate to do my homework. I love