Vulcan Woman Star Trek Novels & Stories

Vulcan is a fox. Her thoughts whirled. The portal—was that magic? What had she just seen? This is the first time she has ever seen anything like it. With so much hatred hiding beneath her gaze, her eyes were fixed on Vulcan. The man Rylan chose to obey instead of listening to her—is this the man he listens to? Like an adrenaline rush, anger swept through her as blood roared in her veins. She no longer feels the same love she did for Rylan; instead, she only feels pure hatred.

Her hair was pulled back into a bun. She looked at the flooded lab and the dead man in the chair. She looked disappointed. "Sixty two years" the woman said. Her voice was nice. It had no feeling. "We thought the backup system would last a hundred years. You people are very good at breaking things" "Who are you" June asked. She tried to stand tall. Her wet clothes were heavy. Her hand was bleeding. "I am Director Vane" the woman said. She did not look at the soldier.

CHAPTER 57: THE REALITY OF THE RIFT The grainy, flickering image on the terminal screen felt like a physical blow to my solar plexus. I stood frozen, my silver-mercury wings twitching with a nervous, electric energy that mirrored the static on the monitor. The woman in the video—the real Elena—looked like a hollowed-out version of the nightmare I had been fighting. Her eyes weren't white-gold; they were a weary, human brown, rimmed with the kind of exhaustion that only comes from decades of being buried alive.

The sound was not a panic step, but rather the straight, rhythmic tempo of a judge before bringing down the verdict gavel. The port spotlights that had been extinguished by the ice suddenly turned on simultaneously, making the night as bright as day. Kaelen squinted, looking towards the end of the container dock. There, among the barricades of heavily armed Vanguard guards, stood a woman who could stop the breath of the world. Chloe Vanguard.

But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that strength with a kind and energetic spirit, the mother of our two pups, and the most breath-takingly beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. “Hello, my love.” I say, my face breaking out into a huge grin when I see her walk through the door. That’s part of her magic – even with the craziness of vampires potentially threatening our pack, she can always make me smile simply by walking into the room. When we got the call from Scarlett that it looked like vampires had been at our southern border and to keep everyone inside, my mate jumped into full-on Beta mode, helping me strategize who should s

The leader opened Kelvin's door, cutting the seatbelt with a knife that looked more surgical than tactical. "Kelvin Brennan," the man said in accented English. "Dr. Volkov would like to speak with you." "Who?" Kelvin tried to focus through the pain and confusion. "The woman who's actually been running this operation." The soldier smiled. "The woman you've been working for without even knowing it." They pulled Kelvin from the wreckage, zip-tying his hands. Another SUV pulled up, and Kelvin found himself shoved into the back seat next to a woman in her fifties, elegant and terrifying in her calm.

Blood spilled from the various cuts he had received but he forged through for the safety of his mate. "Azriel," he heard her scream and froze. Vulcan rapidly finished his last target and turned to look at her. His heart clenched when he saw her covered in her own blood. Somehow, some creatures had managed to get to her. She had killed a few with the large stones scattered around but still one of the creatures had cornered her against a tree. Horror was evident in her eyes. She was defenseless. Vulcan was filled with rage. He roared and rushed towards his mate but he couldn't outrun the blade that pierced through her thigh like a flash. Her face contorted in deep pain before she fell to the g

Let alone hurt them. They were her people now and she can go to any extent to protect them. Logan pov Ben nods, entering my office as I sip the coffee from the cup in my hand. "I am afraid Alpha, the information is correct this time. The Rebel is helping them." " Luna Vera....she knows Rebel and he is saving them from all the attacks. No other logical reason can explain the defeat of the greatest Alpha's" I clench my fist. Association of my mate with another man,fires a spark inside me, making me burn in jealousy.

Vulcan says as he hands me a towel to dry my face. “Yeah, she is faster than most but still very volatile” I shrug thinking about Denu’s words. She is exactly what you will need. I smile as my wolf yawns in my head full of arrogance. “Denu said she is what I need, so who am I to say different” his eye roll. “That witch is never wrong, she scares the fuck out of me” Vulcan says, we all crack up laughing. My phone buzzes, a text coming through. I can’t help smiling as I spot his name on my locked screen.

He locked his emotions deep behind his cold, granite expression, maintaining his terrifying Alpha presence. "What is your name?" Vulcan asked, his voice low and dangerous. "My name is Olivia," she whispered softly, wiping a tear from her cheek. Vulcan shook his head, taking a sharp step closer to the bars. "No. Your family name." The girl swallowed hard, looking straight into his eyes. "Hawthorne, your grace. I am Olivia Hawthorne." Silence descended on the cell block like a heavy hammer. Vulcan stared at her for two long seconds. He didn't say another word. He gripped the silver bracelet tightly in his fist, turned around on his heel, and walked away.