Sin Vega Novels & Stories

“Because Vega feeds on anger. If I keep letting him dictate who I hate, then I’m still his creation.” Adrian looked at her for a long moment, then exhaled. “You’re stronger than I’ll ever be.” She gave a faint, weary smile. “No. Just done being broken.” Back at Sinclair Tower, Damien’s face was grim as they entered the command suite. “You might want to sit for this,” he said. Luna tensed. “What now?” Damien turned the monitor toward them, satellite coordinates glowed across the map. “We got a ping from one of Vega’s ghost servers. It’s active again, but only for a minute. Long enough to trace.”

But her heightened hearing caught it, vibrating through her bones. Evelyn’s fingers brushed the chain beneath her shirt. The pendant pressed against her skin, hot, almost alive. Kael’s gaze dropped to it, and for the first time, his control cracked. His jaw tightened, his glow sharpened, and the growl beneath his voice trembled dangerously close to the surface. “You’ve been carrying it,” he said, low. “The lunar sigil.” Evelyn froze. “You mean this? I found it in the forest. Where the…creature stood.”

Before you go, just make sure my fucking door is fixed. She looked at me, but my remark didn't make her upset or startled.She appeared to be disappointed. "So this is my Luna's appearance?"She spoke in a judgmental, flat voice.hiding from the outside world while curled up in bed. Really? I scowled."What are you?" Arms crossed, she entered the room."My name is Vega, leader of the warriors.Additionally, it seems that you are trapped with a Luna who believes that putting on a sympathy party is equivalent to surviving. My entire body stiffened."You know absolutely nothing about me." She retorted, "I know you've been confined to this room for days while the entire pack mutters about how weak you

But my stubbornness refused to part with it. Inside, my mother's inscription glimmered: "To my Vega may your star sign bright." The book itself unfolded tales of constellations and the stories they held within their stars. Among them, Veg and Altair lovers are torn apart yet resolute in their celestial bond. A love my mother had hoped would find its echoes in my name: Vega Alexia Wolfgang.

Vega’s family might be decent, but compared to those people, she was basically a nobody. “How did you get in, Vega? As far as I know, today’s event is strictly invite-only. Without an invitation, no one gets in. So... how did you get in?” “Well...” Vega’s voice softened, suddenly shy. “A... friend brought me!” “Friend? Male or female?” “Uh... male.” Serena’s suspicion deepened. “Anyone who can get someone in today has to be either rich or powerful. When did you make a friend like that—and why didn’t I know?!”

She doesn't know what it means to be a sun dragon under Terran rule if she can love one of them. "Tis not her fault, Sister," Cosima advises. "Remember how Vega was when we found her, wandering the streets, believing she was human? She also had no idea what it meant to burn like the sun while trapped, chained to the Earth. Her mind had blocked the pain." "But she is his mate," I gasp in disgust. "She chose the Terran Prince over her own lineage. She may not be salvageable." "Hate the sin, not the sinner," Vega speaks up. "She knows not what she does."

The two of us go silent allowing the warmth we share to lull us to sleep. *** I am jolted awake by the sudden pressure thrown on me. Twisting onto my back I see Vega looming over me. The early morning sun reflects off her bright violet scales making her glow. Her tail whips back and forth as she stares at me. "You annoying beast get off of me," I groan. With both my hands I shove Vega off the hammock. She hits the floor with a thud whining in protest. Flavius stirs from underneath me. He sits up wrapping his arms around me.

“No. Not yet. First, I’m going to remind her exactly who she fucked with. I’m going to break her… slowly, piece by piece. And when she’s begging at my feet, weeping for mercy, then I’ll decide if she gets to live.” I paused the video right on her face again. You should’ve minded your fucking business, Selvaggia. But it was too late for regrets. I’d seen what she was truly capable of, and I wasn't a man who let go of rare weapons. She belonged to me now. The file was waiting for me before the sun even cleared the horizon. I sat back in my chair, flipping through the crisp pages. Adrian’s intelligence network was flawless. Name: Scarlet Vale, 23.

She nods downwards, and it takes me quite a while to realize what she’s insinuating. I scoff silently, keeping my dark gaze on her face. “And what exactly do you see in my eyes, Seraphina?” “Desire,” she slurs, and it clicks in my head that the vodka was getting to her head now. “I see desire in them. Lazaro. De Luca.” She scoffs, a belch following almost immediately. “Well, if you want this,” she continues, pointing again at her pussy, “you would have to come get it yourself.” She laughs, sliding the curtain to the side and revealing her dusky-gold skin in its full glory.

Lyra said as we fused over Vega. "Vega love, can you wake up for me. I know you are tired, but Lyra and I need to know that you are ok," I said as I wiped Vega's hair from her face. "I'm fine; I'm just thirsty, nauseous, and tired. Can you get me some water?" Vega asked Lyra. Lyra went straight to the kitchen and got Vega some fresh cold water from the water jug. Then swiftly made her way back to Vega and handed her the water.