Kithrak Voss Novels & Stories

"I cannot end up a one-hit star. You of all people should know that Katherine. Your career blossomed when you were dating that billionaire vlogger. When he dumped you, you were left fending for scraps with amateurs in the industry. I'm sorry I sound so insensitive right now but I don't want that kind of future for myself." Katherine sighed. "I find it very disappointing for you to believe that the bedrock of your career is because Nikolas was there by your side when you were at the bottom. Doria, you are only where you are today because you are beautiful, brave, and hella hardworking. It absolutely has nothing to do with Nikolas. There is a fair chance you will lose plenty when this goes pu

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Serena Alcott had come to the Voss house at nine years old. Her mother had been a close friend of Aldric's, the kind of friendship that came with obligations, and one of those obligations had been a girl who needed stability after a difficult year. The patriarch had provided it without drama, the way he provided most things: efficiently, without sentiment, as a transaction he considered worthwhile.

I said to him. We walked off the patio and rounded the back end of the house as we headed onto the grass where the forest made a natural shield around the back perimeter. Blaise and Onyx pushed through at the same time and looked at each other while listening. Kai took the dagger from his jacket pocket and placed it on the grass. “Brenna fjölkyngi ginnung.” We started chanting as our magic intertwined and burned brightly between us. The flames leapt towards the dagger and lifted it off the ground. Our wolves shared control with us as we kept our hands over the dagger as it started to spin.

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

Just absolute, single-minded focus. I glance down at the packet in my hand and read the label aloud, because apparently six in the morning on a kitchen floor is where my dignity has come to rest. "Mousse di pollo con brodo di verdure arricchito." I look back at her. "Chicken mousse with enriched vegetable broth. Very distinguished. You eat better than most of my associates." Mina meows without pausing, without looking up, without granting me anything except the ongoing grace of her continued appetite.

Albert’s POV The Nonthaburi villa hums with the quiet, predatory energy of men preparing for a hunt. Not a rescue mission, not a panicked scramble, but a deliberate tightening of ropes around a target who keeps slipping, slipping, slipping through everyone else’s fingers. Not mine. Never mine. The blueprints lie sprawled across the long teak table, the kind a warlord might have used once upon a time, the surface etched and scarred from countless knives, cigarettes, and bodies dragged across it. Krit stands across from me, his tattooed arms crossed, his gold chain glinting in the dim light. A man who grew up in the underbelly of this city, who knows every shadow of every alley, and who obeys

I let out a breath, my shoulders dropping as I rested my forehead against the cold metal surface of the door believing that Kayla was finally safe. Downstairs a young mercenary smirked as he wiped a smear of black grease from his wrench holding a pair of severed copper wires that he had just pulled from the emergency backup oxygen intake valves. Jake's man had sabotaged the room's ventilation seals. I had no idea that Kayla was not as safe as I thought.