Void Drifter Kiana Novels & Stories

Jazmine's POV I sat on the steps placing my crutches to the side patiently waiting on her, Aria had fallen asleep earlier despite saying she would wait up with me to surprise her mother, luckily we were in her room when she did since I now lacked the ability to carry her up the stairs. My gaze moved over to the car the red bow complementing the all-black exterior, it had taken me some time to decide on what car to actually get her since I knew if I went with something too expensive there was a high chance she wouldn't take it, in the end, I decided to go with the 2021 Kia Telluride. I reached into my pocket grabbing my phone deciding to call her to find out how far away she was, I quickly di

But opening. I ran toward it, Eli keeping pace beside me. Magnus and Thomas flanking us, ready for anything. The rift widened just enough for something to fall through. Kiera. She didn’t walk out confidently. Didn’t stride through with victory in her eyes. She literally fell, stumbling through the rift like she’d been pushed, collapsing the moment she cleared the threshold. The rift sealed behind her immediately. I caught her before she hit the ground, my arms closing around her fragile form. She was solid… real, present, existing… but wrong somehow. Like she’d been partially translated into a language reality didn’t quite know how to read anymore.

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

She then noticed the big man had his eyes on her and she looked at him. The big man spoke “What’s your name?” Leanunya spoke “Nuluna, and yours?” The big man spoke “I’m Drake, what brings you out here? With a kid no less” Leanunya spoke even as she noticed the others looking over at her “I’m the kids trainer. We were training in the forests and now I’m returning him home to his father in Rynion” she mostly told the truth even as she watched their reactions.

The trip to Site Thirteen took six days, most of them over ocean, skimming low in our scout flier to avoid the fragmented orbital grids that still blinked and sparked with old defense routines. Raven flew with precision born of muscle memory and caution, her fingers always brushing the nav-console like it might snap out of existence if she let go. Kira slept through most of it. Not from exhaustion exactly, but something quieter. Like her mind was focused somewhere else—communing with frequencies none of us could hear. She’d scribble sometimes in her journal, diagrams that looked less like drawings and more like equations written in a forgotten geometry.

I am Kiana Hunter, Luna of the Storm Pack. Everyone thinks I am the luckiest woman in the world because I am mated to the future Alpha, Dion Hunter. My position carries dignity, privilege, and respect that anyone would envy. However, it also includes secrets, sacrifices, and an impending deadline that would change everything in my life.

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

They had no reason to believe me. "Nola," Kieran said, his voice calm but firm. "Let her speak." The silver-haired woman, Nola, sat back but her eyes never left me. Watching. Waiting for me to prove her right. I took a breath and forced myself to meet Kieran's gaze. "My name is Dian Drake. I'm from Shadowcrest Pack." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "few days ago, I was exiled." "Why?" another council member asked. An older man with kind eyes.

“From Alpha to nothing in one night. Poetic.” Lyra’s smile is sharp. “Don’t worry, Veyra. Maybe we’ll let you clean our quarters. If you beg.” Kieran steps closer and grabs my chin roughly. “I, Kieran Blackthorn of the Nightveil pack, reject you, Veyra Draven of the Dravenwood pack, as my mate.”

' he thought ****** Kian's POV Finally! Out and free! I've been dying to get outside and be free to roam around and the best part is, I can help in maintaining the peace at the same time. Now, I and my gang are in the Wolves' territory. I'm so excited! I've read about them and met some. Some are nice, some are snobs. Most of all, I'm gonna see him again. I hope everything will be fine. I'm Kian Knight, by the way, but, they know me as Kian Winter. Need to hide my existence. And I'm also an alpha. Getting ready for today, my other friend's annoying voice entered my ears. "Hey, Kiki! Stop daydreaming! We have a cafe to run!" he said entering my room. I glared at him and he chuckled awkwardly.