Novel & Cerita Deep Space Nine Fanfiction

I want to change the color of my words, but that part of my body seems to be just as damaged as my arms and legs–frozen and immobile. “Let me go, please, Oaestr,” I beg. “You tricked me. You said you would help.” “What is she saying?” the drake looks between us. “She seems distressed.” “She’s angry that I didn’t let her fall through space,” Oaestr rolls her eyes, flavoring her lies with effrontery. “Ungrateful hatchling. Why did you defrost her? Surely her scans…” “I already told you, I did not,” the commander frowned. “Someone else, maybe another seed planet, must have sent her.”

“If this is a lie, we’ll burn it down together.” The path wove tighter, its gossamer threads growing warmer, weaving visions of their deepest desires—Kade and Jessica married under a starlit sky, Selene reunited with her lost love, Lucas forgiven by his father, Bryan alive and whole. The nexus’s heartbeat pulsed softly, blending with the star’s hum, a melody that promised forever but felt like a lover’s false vow. The starfield above shimmered, constellations forming hearts and hands, yet a faint shadow slithered through them, like a crack in their trust.

In all my years as Than’s supposed luna, he never let me work next to him in his office, he never granted me such a position of trust. “What do you think?” “I love it.” A squeal escapes me, as for a moment I forget he can not feel the mate bond, and I am pregnant with another male’s child. In the innocence of my jubilation I run up to him and fling my arms around his neck, having to go on my tiptoes just to reach up high enough. “Thank you.” I whisper before realising how close I am to him. He looks down at me, his scent radiating off him and his grey-ash eyes igniting with a fire within them.

Unable to resist the temptation, he gave them a squeeze. When she responded and ground herself against him, he lifted her up and pressed her against the glass screen that displayed the space they traveled through. As he pounded into her willing flesh with the stars and the galaxy at her back, Kor once again found himself exploding like a supernova. He'd lost count of the times they'd done this and marveled that each time could be as powerful and fulfilling as the last. And, for the moment at least, he'd made sure his argumentative mate, who lay breathless in his arms once again, forgot what reality would soon bring.

Inside, Stacie fumed at Xander but she knew she had to watch her tongue. “What the hell is going on, Xander? What was that all about? Why did you freeze?” Xander didn’t want to tell her he knew she would keep bitching about it if he didn’t. “She’s my mate, Stacie. The girl is my mate.” Stacie froze, just as he expected her to. She couldn’t believe she finally found his mate after all these years and it was because of her. She had helped him find his mate. There wasn't way she was going to let her take Xander away from her. Not after all these years of hard work and trying to keep Xander to herself.

Admiral McKenzie: it's always nothing *EHEM* Well boy let's go to our space station. Trevor: Lead the way Admiral. Admiral: FTL to the coordinates, DIANA... DIANA: Yes Admiral... adjusting Trevor: FTL? DIANA: Faster-than-Light travel... Injecting 100% of Xing Juice allowed. Trevor: That.... DIANA: Coordinates locked... Trevor: is... DIANA: Jumping in 3... Trevor: Scientifically... DIANA: 2.... Trevor: Impossible...

Their minds intertwined in a cosmic dance, a fusion of human will and alien intelligence. It was exhilarating, terrifying an erotic awakening beyond physical boundaries. Their thoughts brushed against each other like fingertips, exploring, probing, and finally merging. Alara’s senses heightened. She felt Ryen’s heartbeat, his desire and fear, as if it were her own. She sensed the alien presence ancient, seductive, hungry and realized she was no longer just fighting for survival. She was part of something much larger. In the midst of this mind-link, a flood of images and sensations poured in. She saw galaxies colliding, civilizations rising and falling, and a terrible beauty in the cosmic cha

of the interstellar medium. ​"The Slipstream is... lonely," Nora whispered. She was standing in the Weaver’s Resonance Chamber, her bare feet pressing against the floor which had grown a thick, protective layer of "Deep-Space Lichen." "It’s like the universe is holding its breath, waiting for us to fail."

"You're going to hate this. But yeah. Darius and Selene. They weren't just talking, Kieran. There's a familiarity there. A history we didn't see coming." I stared at the grainy screen. The way Darius leaned toward her... the way she didn't flinch. A low growl started in my gut and worked its way up to my throat. My wolf wanted to tear through my skin, to run to the Everhart border and claim what was ours in front of the whole world. "She has moved into the barracks," Finn added, his voice more serious now. "Your parents and hers... they've forced the Proximity Protocol. They think if they put you two under one roof, the bond will mend itself."

"Damian is currently arguing with the Board about whether to level a city sector to find the signal you’re leaking. He’s distracted. I, however, have nothing but time to figure out why your blood has a higher energy density than a tactical fuel cell." He raised the scanner toward my face, his thumb hovering over the Deep Scan trigger. If that light hit my retinas, if it mapped the silver lattice currently bridging my optic nerves, the game was over. I wouldn't just be a surrogate; I’d be a specimen for the Syndicate to strip for parts. My hand tightened on the silk sheet, fingers brushing the jagged drone shard I’d tucked into the mattress seam. Then, the lights died.