Romans & histoires Shepard X Garrus

The room went silent, causing me to refocus on the conversation. “Him?!” Shepard pointed a finger at me and laughed. “He hasn’t even found a fated yet! If he were to take a chosen, there’s no guarantee that he could even sire offspring!” He gave a dark chuckle. “I just so happened to have found mine here amongst your own staff!” He clapped as the doors behind him opened again, a guard escorting a small mousy woman with tortoiseshell glasses in. “The librarian?!” The councilmen shared a look of confusion and bewilderment as the small female waived half heartedly.

Then he stepped back. The door slid open, guards appearing in the doorway. Xander straightened, his expression hardening into something cold and unreadable as he turned to face them. “Escort me out,” he said flatly. “If you dare.” The guards hesitated—but none challenged him. As Xander was led away, his gaze never left Zade. Zade stood alone again as the door sealed shut, the hum of the suppression field deepening around him. He pressed his back to the wall, breathing through the ache in his chest.

Xavier called out to his men and they passed around the message, they created a cover as some of the men ran to the cars to get them started, little by little they all filled in the cars and Xavier had to instruct them to go as none of them were willing to leave their boss behind, but He was different from other Bosses, he wouldn't let his men fight the war why he retired, No, he fought till the last. Finally Shawn and Blake were back, still shooting at the attackers, one of Matteo's men shot at them, getting one of his own men, Shawn shot back at the man before running to Thomas who had his hands to his chest, Shawn supported his body on his as he dragged/carried him away. They were bodies

Dragging the choking guard behind cover buying precious seconds, Xavier led the charge towards the entrance at a dead sprint. His silencer coughed, dropping the second lumbering guard before he could raise the alarm. Then they were breaching the scarred wooden door, moving as ghosts through dingy halls. The few bleary-eyed occupants roused quickly lost their wits and breath permanently under Xavier’s pistol whip. He left carnage in his wake, focused only on reaching the matron of this cesspool – the woman who may hold the key to Halle’s salvation.

The alpha gritted his teeth in irritation and anger. "I see you wouldn't just adhere to my orders, you're proving to be stubborn in my own territory? It's pretty obvious that you are a coward that would walk into the den of it foe and still dare to do as you wish." He said, but his words didn't move a thing in Xender. The crescent alpha ordered his guards to deal with them, and so Xavier and xender protected Vanessa, and made sure to kill all of the guards that made a move. And when the alpha ordered that more armies be sent to them, Xavier's gamma immediately appeared from where the hid, and took on the soldiers, the Alpha having to see that Xavier's men had the upper hand made an attempt t

She had protected her Luna, even at the cost of her own well-being. The sound of the commotion attracted the attention of several guards stationed nearby, their footsteps echoing through the corridor as they rushed towards the source of the disturbance. Among them was Harrison, a stalwart and skilled warrior known for his loyalty and sense of justice. His eyes widened in alarm as he took in the scene before him, a tableau of chaos and violence.

“We leave. Now.” “But—” “He’s growing them. Building them. This is the next phase.” Eden felt the world tilt. “He’s making soldiers.” “No,” Cassel said. “He’s making weapons that breathe.” They turned to run—just as a proximity alarm blared. They had been seen. Cassel shoved her forward. “Move!” Gunfire erupted behind them. Sparks burst off the walls. Eden ducked, scrambled over debris, heart hammering in her throat. They slid into a maintenance hatch just as a blast cracked the corridor they’d been in.

She just disappeared as he felt something cover them like a sheet. He saw the guy standing before them, and his blood boiled at seeing the gloating smirk on his face but he had decided to look after Parisa instead. She looked she was going into shock, her mismatched eyes unseeing, her lips parted, with no sound coming out. "What did you do to her?" he asked with a growl as he took an arrow from the quiver on his back and notched on his bow, pointing the arrowhead directed at him. Null shrugged, disinterested as the clearly human warrior demanded from him answers that he can easily give but was too unamused to care that she had resorted to being allied with a mere mortal.

“It’s not too late, Darius. It never is. Come back with me. Call this rebellion off before more innocent people die.” His jaw clenched. “You don’t understand.” “Then make me understand!” I shot back. Something flickered in his eyes, there was a war raging inside him. But before he could answer, the warning horn sounded from the outer edges of the camp. The wolves were close. The remaining rogues shifted, taking up their formation at the perimeter around us. Darius' eyes snapped to the tree lines where I could feel him before I saw him. Xander. A powerful aura as strong as Zerathos’ filled the camp as he stepped into the clearing flanked by silver claw warriors at his side. His grey eyes were

I rolled my eyes at his antics. Hey, he could do whatever he wanted as long as Aeron stayed awake until I got him fixed up. "Asher, I think you, Lukas, and Aeron are going to be best friends," Taryk said over our network. "As long as they don't try to get in my pants, the more the merrier." "Gaia help us all," Xander said. I chuckled as we made the last turn to get in the bay doors. Sophia and Wren, my two best med techs, were just running up, getting their scrubs and masks on.