Voyager Fanfic Novels & Stories

SORAYA’S POV “I rejected Alpha Ragnar.” I fired up to my feet, glaring hard at the insolent, loud-mouthed woman. “And again, this is none of your fucking business.” And then Nyra said the thing that actually made my stomach twist: “There, there, sweetheart.” She came closer, patting my back in such an infuriating manner—like I was a broken-hearted thing. Like she could see the hurt Ragnar caused. “Every one of us here was abandoned in some way—by family, lovers, even mates. Guess Khai likes his toys broken.”

He was fucking right, but he was also missing a point. "She already has a boyfriend dimwit". His frown deepened, matching mine. "I forgot for a sec, but it doesn't matter. I can get her to break up with him." "Don't kid yourself. You're already in the friend zone. If anyone stands a chance, It'll be me". "She doesn't even like you, remember". "That's what she thinks" I breathe, looking toward Noah. He doesn't like the look in my eyes and he was right not to. Vega was my new prey. I'll hunt her until I get my bite. I smirked at the image in my head. This will be fun.

Too sad that we are at Ocean Howlers Pack and we cannot afford getting caught. "I hope you understand what I really want now," Venus whispers with a smile on her face, her hands leaving my hair. I bet there is a smile on my face as well. I cannot wait to fast forward the next six months. I just want to start living again when this is all over. When Venus and I win and find a loophole. When Venus and I publicly declare our matebond. When Venus and I live together in the same house as a couple. Just when Venus opens her mouth to say something, we both get a whiff of the Ocean Howlers Pack scent. The Ocean and The Salt. We both stay calm and slowly look to our side to see the Gamma walk towards

Everything that is happenings in her life she wish this happen forever As thier playing victor notice some strange movement in the sea Victor tells her that they should go back home Jasmine : why victor don't you enjoy here Victor : I wanna sleep Jasmine :your face don't look tired Victor :jasmine I don't want to stay here Jasmine : why Victor :please let be fast about it Jasmine : stay here. Am not going anywhere Victor : really Jasmine : yeah Victor : then I got no choice Jasmine : you really got no choice so sit down let me rest my head on your la

Cane said, his voice a low growl. "They’re too afraid to stay, but they’re too broken to survive on their own. They’ll be back, Eloise. When the hunger settles in, they’ll remember who fed them." "I hope so," I replied, my hands buried in my coat pockets. "But for now, I just want a hot meal and a chance to sleep without feeling like the floorboards are going to grow claws." We reached the gangplank of the Voyager. The ship looked lifeless. No running lights, no humming of the turbines, just the creaking of metal against the pier.

He admitted it, and Joya's face scrunched up in disgust. “You used me as a… experiment?” “When you put it that way, you make me look bad.” Vagor answered nonchalantly; he was discussing with a maid. Things were already complicated. "Don't you have a lover? A male accomplice.” “He left me. He was afraid we would get caught, and then he would be put to death.” Vagor's gaze flashed with anger, his veins reflecting on his skin as his jaws clenched. “Understandable. If I were in his place, I would do the same.” Joya said, and Vagor glared at her, a murderous gaze. She was frightened; she looked away and then climbed down from the bed.

But my stubbornness refused to part with it. Inside, my mother's inscription glimmered: "To my Vega may your star sign bright." The book itself unfolded tales of constellations and the stories they held within their stars. Among them, Veg and Altair lovers are torn apart yet resolute in their celestial bond. A love my mother had hoped would find its echoes in my name: Vega Alexia Wolfgang.

she growled out as she struggled against me. “Vega, I will only warn you once. I will never be wedded to you, I will never give you an offspring. I will fight you to the bitter end. Return me to my flock before I tear apart your precious council.” My words were low as I growled in her ear. I could hear her heart slamming in her chest. Feel her anger pouring off of her in waves, smell it clouding around us. “I’d let her go if I were you.” Izar said, and I froze. The sharp, cold metal pressed against my spine. “It would be a shame if you hurt our Vega.”

I told her where he worked, so I guess I see her point. "He's certainly dominant in the bedroom aspect but not overbearing. I think he would probably go with us," I shrugged. All I can do is ask. "Brody is always so serious. He doesn't look like a party club kind of guy. It makes sense to me that he would work at Club Voyeur though. That doesn't surprise me at all." "Have you ever been there," I asked. "No. I want to, but I know Oscar works there now too. I heard it through the grapevine," she said as I widened my eyes at her.

My time with Vongov taught me a bit about tech and tracking. The screen of my phone lights with colorful videos as I scroll through their I*******m, The Gone Girls? I snort. The name sounds like a sorry attempt at Charlie's Angels brought on by the traumatic plot holes of the main characters. Just who the hell do they think they are? Coming to my town, stealing my spotlight, trying to steal my boyfriend, and Taking my man. Yes, Jeremy Vongov is still my man. We've been together since I was sixteen—that's two years for the slow ones— though only in the dark places. And I loved every fucking second of it.