Vulcan Woman Star Trek Novels & Stories

“Do you know the Vulcan pack, perhaps?” “Of course, who doesn't know the Vulcan pack. Isn't the pack Alpha, Cannon?” My heart sank the moment she called his name. How long it has been since I last heard that name. “I'm actually the personal maid to the Luna of the Vulcan pack.”

The violet liquid was still seeping through, and the hum of the Crescent Ship was getting louder. ​"That was just the 'Scouts'," Miller Vane said, his voice full of a grim finality. "The Enforcers are just the dogs. The 'High-Alpha' hasn't even stepped off the ship yet." ​Suddenly, the "Resonance-Well" in the lake began to swirl. The water turned black, and a holographic projection emerged from the depths. It wasn't a message; it was a face. ​It was a woman. Her skin was ivory, her hair was a flowing river of violet shadow, and her eyes were the exact same amber as Leo’s. She looked at the siblings with a mix of pity and cold, aristocratic hunger.

"If it slides another ten meters, it’s going into the trench. We have three minutes before the cabin pressure implodes." "Julian, look!" I pointed through the viewport. The Gulfstream was suspended in the dark water like a broken white bird, its landing lights still flickering feebly. As we maneuvered closer, the pod’s floodlights cut through the silt and bubbles. And there, pressed against the thick glass of the over-wing exit, was a face. A woman. She was soaked, her hair plastered to her forehead, but her eyes were wide and fierce. She wasn't screaming; she was holding something up to the glass. A heavy, chrome microphone.

Slate's POV---- I looked back down the stairs searching for the woman who smelled like cedar and honeysuckle. "We have to keep our distance for awhile until we can get them alone to explain to them what is happening," Minerva whispered beside me. I glanced at her to see a smile plastered on her face but eyes searching for her mate. I took another look across the bottom floor when I caught the eye of a beautiful human. She had blonde hair and piercing green eyes. She had a simple lavender dress that hugged all of her curves just right. "Mate," said Erebus.

It was morning already. Derrick was sitting by the still burning fire. He looked like he didn't sleep a wink all night. The fire never went out. I could tell it was no ordinary fire. There were no woods to keep it lit, but it still burned brightly. I handed him back his jacket. “Thank you.” I said almost in a whisper. “You're welcome.” He replied coldly and made his way out of the cave. I was right behind him. He looked like I had pissed him off The side of him I had seen last night was probably temporary. He was back to his icy self. I tailed behind him like a lost pup. We were almost at the entrance when a woman came in. She was clad in emerald green. I can feel my eyes widening as the mys

In the center, suspended in a massive, upright cylinder of pulsing serum, was the woman Maya had only seen in grainy photos and holograms. Elena Vance looked like she was sleeping. Her hair floated around her in the liquid like a halo of dark silk. Tubes and wires were connected to her spine, her arms, and her throat. She wasn't a person; she was a biological engine, her heartbeat a rhythmic thud that vibrated through the floor. "Mother..." Maya whispered, walking toward the tank. "Maya, stay back!" Lucian warned, his eyes darting toward the armed guards who were frantically trying to secure the chamber.