Vulcan Woman Star Trek Novels & Stories

Her eyes were not black, nor violet, but a shifting, kaleidoscopic silver. ​"Mom..." Leo’s voice crackled over the comms. "There’s someone on the hull. She looks... she looks just like you." ​"Don't look at her, Leo! Focus on the intake!" I yelled, my heart hammering against my ribs. ​The woman on the hull raised a hand. She didn't use a weapon. She simply reached out, and the drone began to slow. The air around the machine warped, the metal frame groaning under a localized gravity well.

Ryan said, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. “You better do. Now leave.” Elias dismissed him. “Alright boss.” Ryan bowed and walked out of the office, leaving Elias to carefully analyze the information he had delivered to him. “A woman.” He whispered into the air, this was both shocking and interesting. A woman wielding the power to both control and subdue the Voltraks. This was history, one that has been never heard of or seen. If truly it’s a woman, then everything will go smoothly, because women are weak vessels and can be easily swayed and manipulated by their emotions.

My wolf recoiled, confused, enraged, and disoriented. I turned back to the woman, Ivana, if that was truly her name. She held my gaze without flinching. Similar to Ingrid enough to haunt me, her presence scraped against old wounds, reopening scars I had spent years cauterizing shut. I heaved a loud hurt sigh. I wasn't sure one bit if I could trust Vaelorra's words for it, knowing how scheming she was. But the resemblance between the two ladies could only mean she wasn't telling a lie.

A secondary explosion tore through the server racks, sending a shower of sparks and molten plastic over Vane. "What the f**k?" Vane shouted, stumbling back as a piece of debris sliced across his cheek. The blast door didn't open—it was blown off its hinges. The heavy slab of steel flew across the room, crushing the mahogany desk into splinters. Smoke poured into the room, thick and black. A figure emerged from the haze, silhouetted by the fire in the hallway. It wasn't a soldier. It wasn't the Council. It was a woman. She held a heavy shotgun in one hand and a remote detonator in the other. Her face was a mask of cold, focused fury.

added the woman, "she's the Viper!" "Well, thanks a..." Vince was about to say before he turned around and a jet of vomit shot off from his mouth. "You're...welcome!" the Viper responded, smiling at the woman before turning around and bolting away in a flash of green and blue. "I thought I told you to take a light breakfast before the mission," the woman said comically to her male counterpart. "Oh shut up, Perkins!" Vince retorted before throwing up again. 🚀🚀🚀

All at once, the room was dead silent, leaving only Vulcan’s moans and the sound of Zayn dragging him across the ground to marinate. Gordon and the others were dumbfounded. All of them had just borne witness to Vulcan’s power. Despite being wounded, he had not shown any weakness, and he was more formidable than the rest of them. He was still capable of escaping and attempted to do so by jumping out of the window. Nevertheless, just as Vulcan was about to make a getaway, Zayn put a stop to it and captured him without even lifting a finger.

Even from the bottom of the stairs, I could see the physical presence she commanded—a raw, primal authority that made the men in the masks look like children playing dress-up. This was the original Venus. Not a ghost, and certainly not a machine. She was a woman who had been bred for size and strength, a biological anomaly hidden away in a seaside tomb. "The Wolfe men always did talk too much," she said. Her voice was deep, a resonant, chest-rattling sound that seemed to vibrate through the very stones of the house.

"These Kuznetsov's are carnal and ruthless, deceptive, smart and sexy. The woman in the clip looks hardly 26 or 27 and she is killing humans in cold blood like she is breaking dolls." Tylor nodded, "The woman screams merciless from far, we need to sail carefully. Sure, we can put her down but this little kitty is able to cause harm with her claws. Imagine if they had an army of explosive things like this." Vincenzo snorted as if he had heard something rediculous and pointed at the screen, "She is above in the hierarchy"

Yes, if it would not be an imposition," the face said. "Well then," I said to Xana, "take me to your leader.”The face winked out as Xana sat upright on the cushion and fingered several more touchplates on the panel. After a slight sensation of movement, the door of the 'van' irised open to a well-lit hallway, partially obscured by a female figure. The figure stepped into the `van' as the door irised shut behind her and I immediately recognized her as the `science lady' whose face had appeared in the air earlier. "I am Trephlorious die Vagorial, called `Treph,'" she said. Like Xana, she was obviously more