Kithrak Voss Novels & Stories

“And I’ll expose Perfera for what she is. Not just a liar… but a descendant of the curse itself.” Ignatius stepped beside her, close enough to feel the tremble in her breath. “You’ll have to descend into the catacombs of Shathr’kai. That tomb swallowed entire bloodlines. Vosvak’s journals, his seals, the last of the forbidden rites… they all rest down there. You go there, and the pack may not let you return.” “I did once,” Krishna answered, her voice steel and fire. The forest moaned as the wind clawed through the trees. Somewhere far off, a monstrous howl shuddered through the night — closer than before.

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

Elara Voss – Senior Resonance Architect. Kael’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “You didn’t just work on the project…”

“You do not repeat that name to anyone unless you want this school to lose its mind.” I swallowed. “So, the rumors are true.” His mouth twisted. “More than you want to know.” “What is he?” I asked. Voss exhaled slowly, like the very weight of that question sat heavy on his lungs. “A mercenary. A butcher. A ghost even alphas and covens pretend doesn’t exist. He only shows his face before something catastrophic. Wards falling. Towns burning. Blood on the snow.” My gut clenched. Hard. “And the glaive?” I asked. “Dragonsteel’s not exactly easy to find.”

She was quiet for too long. "Sera. Which family did you pass information to." "The Voss family," she said quietly. "Someone who worked for them approached me. I didn't know who they were at the time, I swear I didn't know—" "Someone who worked for them." I stood up slowly. "Do you have a name." "He never gave me a real one. He just said to call him V." The room felt smaller suddenly. V. Viktor. Viktor Voss who had sat in this house yesterday for a meeting that ran long. Viktor who Nico watched without mentioning.

“I can just buy takeouts for us. Easier to clean as well.” “I’m easy..” Keith said then Ben started talking about the pasta he tried last week and convinced everyone that it was the best pasta he has ever tried. He quickly walked out of the house and disappeared. Leaving just the four of us. “You guys live here?” I finally asked. “Sometimes, I mean this house belongs to the pack so anyone is welcome to stay here.” Dean answered. “You stay here almost everyday dude.” Naya added. “True, most warriors stay here.” Dean agreed.

I nod my head concurring to it. He goes on giving the remaining comments made by Mr Voss. I'm rereading the comments he gave and by all means it doesn't sound like what someone cold would notice. "So what's Mr Voss like." "Oh, we're doing this again." he grins immediately. "I'm serious, don't you think it will help our team when planning." I say more to Katherine. "So am I." he retorts. Katherine just chuckles under her breath. "We've been on this project for over a week now." I try protesting.

"They aren't failures, Adrian. They’re just... different." "They are the truth of the Voss name," Adrian replied. He stood up and walked to the window. Outside, the blizzard was a wall of screaming white, hiding the jagged peaks that guarded the basin. "And the Board will want to bury that truth along with us." The man with the scarred throat, whose name was Kael, entered the dome. He moved with a heavy, deliberate grace, his boots thudding against the packed earth. He looked at Lydia, his black eyes reflecting the dim light.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.