Vulcan Woman Star Trek の小説・ストーリー

I hate that I couldn't be there cause I wanted to know what they were doing. Everyone was seated and suddenly Vulcan stood up with much force and started looking around frantically, I actually don't know what was wrong with him, maybe he was hungry and he wanted to eat a particular person and then it hit me, it was his mate, he was intoxicated with the scent of his mate. A girl walked past and I heard him whisper "mate" as she walked by. She was average height, had brown hair and eyes and she was really pretty. I watched as his eye was continuously changing colour between red and black.

She only prayed that he wouldn't recognize her as Beta Cian's wife and that he thought of her as an ordinary woman, so she could escape later. When they got to where Vulcan was, he was still doing his disgusting acts. He had successfully pulled the girl's skirt down. There was a cuff on the girl's hand too. He was rubbing his d!ck all over the girl's @ss while the soldiers were laughing. "Lord Vulcan, we have her." He stopped his act and took his time arranging his clothes. He raised his hand, and his men bound her legs and placed her on his shoulder. He turned to the troop with Kiara, and then he stopped for a while, surprised.

The memory of the kiss, that soft, fragile connection, was already fighting the cold, hard logic of my mission. Alien Programming Protocol 3: Identify the Threat. Neutralize the Target. My creators viewed her as the ultimate threat. My heart viewed her as the ultimate anchor. I fought the subtle urge to push her away to complete the program. I tightened my grip on her instead. “We need to move. Now.” Before I could pull her toward the less-damaged west corridor, a figure materialized in the doorway, framed by the swirling dust. Dr. Elena Voss. Her ceremonial robes were pristine, completely untouched by the blast. Her face was set in a mask of grim, absolute control. Behind her were two Enfor

“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.”

"I was thinking it looks like a den. A high-tech one, but a den nonetheless." ​The ship touched down with a pressurized hiss. When the ramp lowered, the air that rushed in was so cold it felt like needles in the lungs. Waiting on the landing pad was a woman who looked as if she had been fashioned from the ice itself. She was tall, dressed in white furs that didn't flutter in the wind, and her hair was a shocking, unnatural shade of violet. ​"Mistress Vora," Sierra said, stepping off the ramp first. There was a rare note of deference in her voice.

"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.

Dante's hand moved toward his radio. "Three." Viktor raised the rocket launcher. "Two." I closed my eyes, waiting for the bullet or the explosion that would end this nightmare. "One." "Stop," a new voice said. I opened my eyes. On the screen, a third feed had appeared. It showed a woman standing on the deck of a massive warship. She had white hair, cold gray eyes, and a regal bearing that made even the Architect hesitate. "Matriarch," the Architect whispered, his voice losing its confidence for the first time.

"The Creators think they are the only ones who know how to hack a system. I'm going to show them what a 'Soul-Invasion' looks like." Valerius stared at her for a second, then let out a dark, elegant laugh. "You and the wolf. You are both gloriously suicidal. Fine. Let’s burn the heavens." Valerius lifted Scarlett and blurred down to the deepest level of the mountain, straight into the blinding, molten-orange core of the Prometheus Main Drive. Scarlett stood before the roaring fusion sun. She didn't hesitate. She slammed her blood-soaked hands directly onto the glass containment casing of the reactor, while simultaneously linking her mind to the Stellar Navigator.

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.