Tch Voyager Novels & Stories

He frowned seeing the huge totem on the middle that seemed to be humming, letting out faint ghastly voices, making him stare at it for a few moments. “My lord?” a soldier greeted him grumble seeing several soldiers started to take notice. Having returned to his previous thought, he hastily looked around, scouring the camp. Carriages were set around making it easy for him to choose which to go to. The one that caught his attention was the metal carriage that seemed to glow that made his skin crawl, the engravings of women, skeletons, and demons on it returned several memories into him, making him move with haste. His legs though seemed to be failing a few moments ago once again found power as

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“If I remember correctly, Mr. Lincoln, Voyager Tech recently issued a statement saying you and Liz had already broken up.” “That was just something I said in the heat of an argument. It doesn’t mean anything,” Zac replied, sounding confident. “Mr. Smith, I’ve already done the math. If you use Voyager’s chips, you’ll save three to five thousand dollars in production costs for every car you make. At the same time, the sale price could go up by tens of thousands. Add it all together, and your profits will rise significantly. I’m sure you don’t need me to spell it out for you.”

I groaned in frustration, grappling with the pain and confusion. The pain reached a crescendo, and in a desperate bid for relief, I released it. The pent-up power surged outward, the sheer force toppling trees in its wake before enveloping me in a shimmering fog. I shut my eyes against the flood of memories carried by the fog, but resistance was futile. I was transported once more, this time into the Alpha's mate.

I took note of its location. The other link was closer and went northwest. I memorized most of the rivers and lakes nearby. Tiffany's journey to meet her mate was most likely only ten days long. Surprisingly, neither of them was within the pack's boundaries. Her friends were most likely rogues. I had everything I needed. As if the stones were listening in on my thoughts, they let go and went back to sleep. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Carter moved towards a table attached to a broad white glass wall. He wafted his hand and a high pitched whooshing sound came, followed by random images forming spontaneously on the glass wall which turned out to be a very large computer embedded on it. Carter had made advancements in designing and coming up with bleeding edge technology like the Mega Computer—one of the latest computers that was already surpassing the supercomputers. "You remember that incident back in Australia two years ago?" "Yeah..." Carol responded, turning from Carter to the screen. " Well, another one was taken down in Hong Kong just early this week."

Julian's security detail, led by a furious Blake, was mobilizing. "They're deploying the interceptor," the pilot muttered, his hands firm on the tiller. He didn't look at Evelyn. "Hold tight. We're heading for the Trench." Evelyn knew the area. The "Trench" was a notoriously deep, turbulent channel several miles offshore, used by legitimate fishing vessels and smugglers alike. It was difficult to navigate, and the water was rough—a perfect place to lose a high-speed pursuit. Within minutes, a sleek, powerful Thorne Corp Interceptor—a black speedboat armed with thermal cameras and GPS tracking—broke the surface of the cove, its wake churning the water. Blake was not steering; the boat was aut

" I watch in agony as you look toward the distant sunrise. The soft morning light gently caressing your handsome, weathered features. The breeze pushes your unkempt, ebony curls from your face and I see the hope flash in your ocean eyes. I lie in wait, willing with all my might that you will look down, that you might see... The sun peeks its head over the horizon and I see the pain and disappointment cross over your face. Our brief window has closed for yet another day. Where to now, Sailor? If only you knew the place did not matter. That I am here for every dawn, you just need to know where to look. "Still following your human to the ends of the Earth, Caterina?" "You know as well as I, Mot

I nod, “We are heading to my home here in Monaco, but I don’t live in the city, too much noise and bustling, I live on an island, there you will sign the needed documents, then we will speak further, understood? He raises a brow at me, his eyes now covered by his dark shades again, protecting his eyes from the blinding sun. I nod, following him, it’s not hard to spot his yacht, it’s the biggest in the dock, but that’s not what makes it his, its fully a glossy black yacht, with FALCONE written boldly in gold at the side of the yacht. “here” he grabs my hand helping me unto the yacht I look around wondering why he’s suddenly acting like a gentleman after walking quickly behind him, without him

The tires screech across the red road, leaving skid marks in its tracks. “What the fuck, dude!” Kate exclaimed as she held onto her door handle. I noticed Kate looked down at her lap, avoiding my daring gaze. Damien isn't wrong, looking me in the eyes while I am angry, my brain connected that as a challenge. It brings out the monster in me quicker. “Logan!” Kate called after a while. I look up at her through the mirror, signaling for her to continue. “What about my boyfriend? Can I see him?” She asked and I sighed.