Void Drifter Kiana Novels & Stories

“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.”

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Springfield, Illinois Teegan's P.O.V. I watch Petra's face as we drive toward the first pack, which is thankfully not far. Kiana and I had seen how unsure she was around everyone. It makes me think she's been trying to hide her whole life, afraid of the unknown. That's why we did the little pillow fight to ease her nervousness.

The boat in the picture was even bigger and more beautiful. Most importantly, the entire hull was covered in irises, my absolute favorite flower. There wasn’t a single rose to be found. When I got home, I started packing my things. I slowly sorted through my clothes and legal documents, neatly folding everything. Then, I found the photos from all the years we had spent together. Every single one had a note written on the back. I flipped through them, one by one. On the photo from our trip to Lake Green, she had written, “I want to cling to Aussie for the rest of my life.”

"Some old superstition about drowned lovers. Keeps the tourists away." I raised a brow but smiled too, my thoughts doing what it does best. What if the reason he brought me here was to drown me? What if all these was their plans from the beginning? Or what if he's just saying this to scare me? That must be the reason. He's a joker if he thinks he can scare me. I was here on a mission and I must fulfill it. Matteo and Kian worked together to drop anchor while I helped Adrian transfer to his floating chair, a specialized wheelchair with pontoons that let him move independently in the water.

AQUA After Gunnar and the other dominant wolves left, I found myself alone with the submissive wolves of the Storm Fire Pack. I was sure they had all witnessed the scene where River hugged me and the moment Gunnar came to my aid. It was hard to read their expressions, so I kept to myself. Then, someone approached me. "Um, hello?" A young woman in her early twenties greeted me. She was an attractive female with orange flame-colored hair styled in a half-bun and freckles sprinkled across her face. "I'm Kianna," she introduced herself.

One night, Riana has a bad dream and she woke up suddenly. Riana: 'No! It can't be true! Harvard can't be sinking!' Alpha Killian: 'Shh, it's alright. It's just a dream. You're safe here with me.' Riana: 'But it felt so real. I could feel the water rising around me, and I couldn't get away.' Alpha Killian: 'It's okay. I'm here, and I won't let anything hurt you. Come here.' He opened his arms and hugged her close, stroking her hair as he whispered soothing words into her ear.

She was left alone in a sun-drenched chamber with ancient furniture and a cold pitcher of water on the table. Then he walked in. Kael Drenar. Not a mayor. Not a businessman. Not anything she could’ve looked up online. He radiated danger like it was stitched into his skin. Tall, broad-shouldered, golden-eyed… and instantly familiar. He was the wolf from her dreams. Maya’s breath caught. “You came looking for someone,” Kael said without preamble. “My friend,” she said, proud of how steady her voice sounded. “Her name is Liana. She disappeared a few weeks ago. I think she’s here.”

Natalie hesitated briefly before replying, "He did find her, but she has made up her mind to start anew and move on from the past." Allen let out a rueful sigh. "I'll never understand why some people only learn the value of a person once they've already lost them." Natalie chose not to respond to his comment. She instead shifted the conversation back to the logistics of the premiere, and after finalizing a few more details with Allen, she ended the call. Throughout the following week, Natalie balanced her meetings with Starlight Media with quiet strolls through the winding alleys of Basix. She hadn't been back in four years, and it made her somewhat nostalgic.

Kendrick’s calm, brown eyes held Nate’s for a moment, the silent assessment of a professional guardian, before he gave a slow, acknowledging dip of his chin. A slight, nervous movement drew Nate’s eye. “And that is Chloe,” Kieran said, his tone slightly drier. “Our resident medic and field researcher. Try not to damage yourself; she fusses.” The pink-haired woman, Chloe, blushed a deep red and stopped bouncing on her feet, offering Nate a flustered, tiny wave.