Lesbian Sci-fi Novels & Stories

"Elena, if the Southern Council has been using the Lunar Base to power the Solstice mirrors, they won't just let us dock. We’re a fly heading for a spider’s web." "Then we'll be the fly that carries the plague," I replied, my voice hardening. I tapped the console, bringing up the long-range scanners Aris had installed. "The Matriarch thinks she’s safe because she’s thirty thousand miles above the law. She thinks my blood is just a battery for her machines. She’s about to find out that the White Lycan Queen doesn't just rule the woods. I rule the tides that the Moon creates." I began to unbuckle my harness. As the straps fell away, my body lifted. It was a strange, disorienting sensation—the

I'm sure Esme wouldn't want to either but, I don't know, I think she wouldn't mind that because she will always be the Queen in my life. "She'll get used to it," I answered simply. Why explain something important to me? So far I don't need other people's opinions because I know what is good for me. What pleasure excites me? Gamma Werewolf female and Alpha Lycan female. Both are safe for me to make a slave without feelings. I talked to him for a long time and watched to see where the Lycans he ordered were to take Esme out of the Wolverse. He looks at the photo he took and believes it is Esme who went back into the black hole and disappeared. "Finished,"

“Do you think he will notice I'm not back??? “ I mumbled, feeling sad because he did not appear like someone who would care if I was back or not… I stood up and my nose got heavy. The scent got stronger, more like it coming from behind. Fear ran down my spine, I sensed no fear from Lexie and that kept me rest assured it was something she could handle all on her own. “A rogue. Not one, but two.” My eyes widened. I turned around and my gaze landed on the rogues. They were positioned to bounce on me any moment. “You have Tristan's scent all over you.” the female rogue uttered furryly. “Oh, I do???” I chuckled, "I'm the Luna, of course, I should.” I mumbled, and it fueled their anger more.

On one side were the males, and the other, were the females surrounded by a troop of soldiers. When Luna Dalila inquired about her daughter from the other Lunas and she-wolves, Luna Nazia’s face became as dark as the bottom of a pot. “A loose woman. How can she be the wife and Luna of my son?” The woman spat, her face twisting from disgust and suppressed rage. “One down...” “Two to go!” Isra erupted into unrestrained laughter. A few minutes later, everyone was gathered in the Lycan Palace’s Living Hall. Everyone. Except for Idris.

She thought about all the rooms the work had built. This one. Dessa's in Verath. Vessa's in Thornwall. Hallie's. Mira's in Dawnfield. Isola's storage room in Merrick. The rooms that had been built from those. The rooms that would be built from those. Each one different. Each one carrying what the room it came from had carried. The territory replicated. Not the document. The territory. The room. The specific quality of people doing real work together who had been inside what they were documenting.

"The hybrid known as Amaya Vega." I flinched at the word threat. "She is not just a wolf," Alejandro continued. "She is a product of a lab. She is a weapon built by our enemies. And now, she carries three more weapons inside her." "She is a mate to the heirs!" one elder shouted. "The bond is sacred!" Alejandro slammed his hand on the table. "The bond was faked! We have proof that the facility picked our sons. They wanted the strongest blood to mix with their monster. This isn't fate. It’s science."

"To them, we are just humans. Expensive, powerful humans. Don't let your eyes flash, and don't let your scents out. If you do, we leave immediately. Understood?" "Understood, Mommy," Luna said, her voice unusually somber. Even at five, she could feel the heavy, oppressive magic of this land. Leo just nodded, his small jaw set in a line of pure steel. He was dressed in a miniature charcoal suit that mirrored the one Silas had worn the night he broke my heart. It was a petty choice on my part, but I wanted the visual to be a psychological dagger when Silas finally saw him.

Cursed silently when Loral started barking out a laugh. "Oh fuck no! He has the wrong appendage for me." "She's a lesbian, Kamari. That's why she left the pack. She was an omega and I freed her..."

I asked, folding my arms as I fixed him with a hard stare. He hesitated. “She’s not like us, Alpha. She’s... different. Wolf-less. It’s hard for us to trust someone who—” “Enough,” I interrupted sharply. My wolf Thorin growled in agreement, irritated by the doubt lingering in Ryder’s words. “Seraphine is your Luna. She’s my mate. That is all the justification anyone needs to trust her.I don't want to repeat this.” Ryder lowered his head in submission. “Yes, Alpha.”

I stopped short, looking up. The woman standing in front of me was tall and built like a warrior. Her bright red hair was pulled back tightly, and her sharp eyes looked down at me with total mockery. She wore a simple dark uniform that showed the solid muscle in her arms. This was Lana, the General of the guards and the strongest warrior in the Lycan pack.