Romans & histoires The Rock On Star Trek: Voyager

LOGAN: Who are you? WOMAN: I am your test. I am the protector of rocks. RIVER: Protector of rocks? Is this your way of accepting defeat? WOMAN: No, gem possessor. This is the way of testing your ability and team spirit. Without the other, none of you would have made it out of here. Without your friend stopping the earthquake, you would have been dead Gem Possessor and without the Gem Possessor using fire against the rock, you would have both been history

I asked just to be sure he wasn't teasing me. He pushed himself off the sink and walked toward me. Then he returned to his seat and stared at me from across the island. “You know I always mean every single thing I say, Taylor” he replied and I hiccuped. “What about the cat? Fernandez told me you hate pets” I asked him and he looked toward the corner where the cat was already fast asleep before turning back to me and shrugging. “I'll manage. I'm not allergic so it's not a hassle” he said and I hiccuped again. Did the stone cold Michael Rover just tell me he would let me into his personal space with a cat when he despised pets.

This is started because she went to the comfort room to look for escape room and then met the creepy pervert man. But Brett disagreed. “You, idiot. Did you not check your Yaru stone?” Brett asked Vincent. Hearing the Yaru stone, Vincent scowled. He quickly get the Yaru stone from his pocket and was shocked to see it brightening. The gray stone is shining just like how his eyes shone before. “T-This…” Vincent stuttered. The Delta who saw the light also gaped in shock. “That’s right,” Brett said. “The stone will only shine when they are Rogues around.” Brett, looked around the place.

Damon looked at her for a silent moment, the wind lifting his silver hair and revealing the deep square scar where the sovereign gauntlet had once locked onto his wrist. "We change the architecture " the Alpha said softly. He reached into his leather belt and pulled out a small heavy object, a single three-inch cube of pure unpolished black rock that bore the identical crude marks as the iron plug in the fourth quadrant. He didn't toss it; he laid it down carefully in the slush at the center of the melted gate directly where the solar fire had burned the deepest trench into the granite floorboards.

He took a few steps back and said, “I’ve figured out everything that’s happening here.” Mya looked toward Adrian. Adrian said, “I believe that the mission assigned to Gloria in the past was related to the rock found on her. They endured all sorts of hardships to bring back a small chunk of it. It is precisely this rock that has changed her.” Mya was enlightened. “The rest of the comrades don’t have this rock on their bodies so their vital signs are slowly fading after a few years because the radiation can’t reach them. On the other hand, Gloria has this rock so she… Is that right?”

In the back of my mind, I know my mom's right. I'm in love with the boy who captures my anxiety and throws it out the window. I'm in love with the boy who paints my smile and colors my cheeks. I'm in love with the boy who wipes my tears and holds me close. I'm in love with the boy who doesn't try to fix me, the boy who understands. I'm in love with the boy whose name is Declan Anderson, the boy who is my rock. And what if he doesn't feel the same way?

The wind blows around the winner and he shifts. My eyes widen when it's not a man but a woman. She stands over the rogue in a show of dominance. "SHIFT!!" She commanded. Immediately, the rogue shifted to a whining mess of a man on the ground. Just then I get an open mind link. Because of our alliance, we get open mind links from all packs we associate with on a daily basis. "This is Agent Riker. I'm one mile out on the southern border. I need containment and medical staff. Bring the silver, boys."

​The Choice of the Gatekeeper ​"We can't send a machine, and we can't send a child," I said, looking at the Vane-Thorne ship, which had returned to the Sahara and was now being "Upgraded" by the Xylos-vines. The ship was no longer a teardrop of stone; it was a Living-Eye, its hull covered in a shimmering, ocular-quartz that could "See" the resonance of distant stars.

It was no longer a doorway; it was a "Soma-Siphon." Avery Vane-Thorne stood at the base of the "Anchor-Stone" in the Galapagos, her skin vibrating with a frequency of pure, icy terror. Above her, the "Synthesis-Aurora"—the shimmering white light of the unified planet—was being "Pulled" upward into a narrow, violent funnel toward the stars.

The sight was breathtaking and horrifying. Raven Rock was not just a base. A gigantic fortress of metal and glass had been carved into the mountainside. Floodlights swept the sky and the surrounding forest. At the center of the complex stood a towering antenna like spire, its peak pulsing with red light, the same red that had powered the inhibitors during the assault on the Nest. But the most terrifying thing was the silence. There were no guards on the walls. No patrols. Only the low hum of machines drifted upward, like the breathing of a vast sleeping beast.