Shera Novels & Stories

A cold chill ran through her and she looked up at the sky, taking long deep breaths and trying to distract herself by counting stars. A few minutes passed and Indianna was brought back to reality when Laura stood beside her and gently lifted her dress to reveal the bare skin that would soon be marked. Laura spoke and her voice could be heard clearly over the silent pack. "Indianna Hughs, I am honoured to pass onto you the title of Luna of the Warrior Pack," Laura said and Indianna stiffened when Ace passed over the branding rod. Laura took it cautiously and glanced down at Indianna. "I'm sorry, my dear," she whispered.

She failed to see how that would be beneficial to anyone. “Our first pair, Emily from the beginners,” Coach Henderson started. She didn’t even have to look to know the Omega was a trembling mess. It was worse now with whatever spell had been cast on them. “And Ava.”

“Back then, she was a blank canvas. This place was her prison. But they painted her into a weapon. And when she left… She left sharpened. Fallon Kingsley had been elegant. Calculated. Deadly. But now… she’s not sure what’s left. The person she became has unraveled. And the one she used to be—Sherah—feels like someone she buried under concrete. But here she is. Back in the birthplace of the lie. Alone. “What am I now?” She asks herself.

Resha bowed as she informed Sam. Sam noticed some mannerisms of the attractive young woman before her, plus two distinctive tattoos - both very faint - of a trident on her arm and a serpent around her neck. The girl's skin was black, as where the tats, but Sam's eyes discerned the faint lines. By themselves they could mean many things, but the pairing suggested Resha's devotion to the Hindu god Shiva, who happened to be Parvati's consort. Out of more than 20 service girls, Sam got Resha. It was like something directed from above.

Her attendant rushed in at once, her head bowed low, trembling under the sharpness of her lady’s voice. Before I could blink, Cassandra’s palm cracked against Shera’s cheek, the sound echoing through the room. Shera’s face snapped to the side, and she dropped to her knees instantly. “Forgive me, my lady… I know my offence now. I am incompetent and unreliable… punish me!” Shera stammered, her voice quaking. I stared, wide-eyed. “What is this? What are you doing?” Cassandra’s tone turned shrill and dramatic as she rose from Cassian’s lap, robe clutched across her body.

Black River territory lay beyond those ridges, but here they were just two women bound by children who loved each other. "Talia." Sera turned, and even after all these years, Talia felt the instinctive assessment of warriors recognizing a warrior. Sera carried herself like a blade—elegant, controlled, lethal. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a severe braid, her eyes holding the weariness of ruling beside a mate who'd once destroyed someone else. "Sera." Talia crossed the clearing. Inside her mind, Kaela stirred with sudden interest. I know her wolf, Kaela said, her ancient voice threaded with confusion and grief. Zahara. I know Zahara.

I concentrated once more, bringing my wolf forward to the surface and allowing her to speak directly through my voice. "Hi, Cole. I'm Shera." "Your wolf? Oh my god, Serena, your wolf is finally here! Hi, Shera!" he boomed, punching his fist high into the air in pure victory. "I can't believe it! And your eyes are absolutely beautiful—they are an unusual, vibrant violet color." "I couldn't believe it either," I confessed, my heart soaring. "She made her first appearance when I went out for a swim yesterday evening. I was completely ecstatic."

She asked pouting her lip at me. Sheri was definitely a cute girl any guy would be lucky to date her. She was about three to four inches taller than Reagan. 5’6 if I had to guess, mostly legs. Her blonde hair was short to her chin with a fair yet flawless complexion. Unlike Reagan’s long blonde hair and tan skin. She wore her makeup heavy with different colored eye shadow every time I saw her. Tonight’s color was purple and matched the outfit she was wearing. Her heels could give Reagan’s a run for their money. I kepy finding myself comparing everything about her to Reagan.

While Sherina was just sitting after making a drink in the kitchen. "She crazy girl! Shame on the family!" cursed Thaka furiously. Actually when she arrived home, Sherina was no longer interested in listening to Chika's story. But since this was about Shin, like it or not she had to come together too. Sherina was eager to know where Shin's whereabouts were, and in what circumstances. Hearing Thaka cursing like that, Sherina had guessed that the girl she was talking about was definitely Shin.

I would compare this feeling to one of intimidation. "Ah, Alaya, so glad you could join me!" I twist around, ready to inspect the person who the voice belonged to. Shanae, or course. She looks almost too happy to see me, as she comes to stand in front of me, grasping my wrists in a loose grip, trying to make it seem affectionate. I don't fall for it though. She has eyes of an aqua blue viper.