Void Drifter Kiana Novels & Stories

It made Kane smile more than he expected. Her red hair, still slightly damp from her shower, fell in loose waves around her delicate face. The oversized white t shirt she wore, his shirt, slipped off one shoulder, revealing pale freckled skin along her collarbone. Kane stood across the room, flipping another pancake onto a plate with easy precision. He wore nothing but grey sweatpants, his muscles shifting with each movement, calm and controlled. Mona blinked suddenly, realizing she had been staring. "Wow... you're so good at that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kianna Trunt is her name, and former Abhaya Kienne Sahada is no longer with us. Hudson took the lead, with her close behind. She looked around and read every human movement; she didn't notice anything unusual, but everyone who passed by was staring at them. She was, in fact, wearing sunglasses. She wanted to laugh but didn't want to look like a lost model that day, so she followed Hudson's lead.

Perhaps, I was at ease because those horrifying scenarios didn't and wouldn't reach their land. Dria reminds me of Minnette. She's so bubbly and her mouth wouldn't stop which is also her twin's personality. Her twins are Lex and Kahale. They're triplets. Lex was the man with an undercut haircut while Kahale was a very tall woman. Dria has the same height as me. I really had fun with them. During that time, no one talked about our job.

Forty minutes later, Malachi’s Navigator stopped in the driveway and he walked into the kitchen toward the table where we all sat. He slapped me on the back and sat down. Kiran poured him a drink and put the bottle down in front of him next to the glass. “This is the team. This is Joshua or Romeo, Nick or Cinderella, Nataly or Rambo, Nicole the newbie, Charlie or Blue. Those are their code names. Kade Kominiski works from Detroit and I have no idea why is with them. Out of all of them, Charlie’s the king with a sniper rifle. Nick is very good at being where you don’t expect him to be. Nataly can fight and with a knife in her hands, she’s lethal. Joshua is big and strong but you can walk righ

“Right. Yes. Fair. Just—don’t run off, okay?” Kiera didn’t run. She walked. Each step was deliberate, cautious, her senses stretching outward like antennae. Animals stirred in the branches, but too quietly. Birds weren’t singing. Even the wind held its breath. The trees thinned as she followed the faint sound of rushing water. And then she saw them. Thorn stood near the shoreline with two other clan members, all half‑shifted, all tense. Ronan knelt in the sand beside a dark, water‑logged figure crawling out of the surf.

Awkwardness flickered across Morgan's face as he pushed his glasses up. "Mr. Shepherd flew out yesterday afternoon and took Ms. Lane to Alpsland in Northvia. The auction was scheduled a long time ago, and Ms. Lane was really looking forward to it. Mr. Shepherd didn't want to disappoint her, so… If you need anything, just tell me. I'll handle it. He has authorized me to do so." Even though Ivy's heart had been dying for a long time, hearing it still felt like someone drove something sharp into her heart. The pain still spread.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I take a step back and hold her gaze, “Who are you?” I keep my eyes on her, ready to scream at the slightest dangerous movement she makes, but she doesn’t, only whispers into the space between us, “I’m the one who knows what’s crawled up Raiden’s ass today, and my name is Morwenna. Mor for short, and you’re the stranger he’s harbored without reason. Nice to finally meet you.”

Only Lyra seemed unaffected, her steps light and precise. The grove opened onto a chasm spanned by a narrow rope bridge. Below, mist obscured whatever drop awaited. A wooden plaque read: "Speak a truth to cross. Speak a lie and fall." Pipa scoffed. "Child's play." She stepped onto the bridge. "I am Pipa Valen, heir to House Valen." The bridge held. One by one, the others followed with simple declarations: "I am Alira Dain." "I am Jessa Brinwall."

“I want her out of this pack.” “She can’t go.” Beatrice said. “Everyone wants her gone, but it’s Alph Felix that is keeping her no one knows why.” Mariana got up to her feet and began pacing the room. “What does she look like?” Mariana demanded. “You might have seen her yesterday night.” Beatrice added. “She had on a white dress and blonde hair. She came into the ceremony late.” Mariana stopped. “Yes I remember. They though she was a princess but Luna Rachel announced that she was a slave.”