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The room smelled like amber and starlight.
Ra wasn’t sure if it was Mehen or the damn incense he lit every time she came over. Either way, it worked. Her blood was lava, simmering beneath her skin. She perched on the edge of the velvet couch, fidgeting with the rim of her glass.
Mehen leaned against the doorframe like a scene out of a forbidden myth, all dark temptation and smug divinity. Shirt open. Chest glistening. That serpent tattoo coiled along his collarbone winked like it knew things.
“...
Ra stepped out of the sonic shower like a goddess reborn—steam curling around her like a cosmic veil. Her hair dripped with the scent of orange blossom and alien starlight, and for the first time in twelve hours, she felt... somewhat human.
A long night of blood, betrayal, and glitching AI affection will do that to a girl.
Wrapped in a silver robe, Ra padded barefoot across her quarters, fingers massaging her temples. She was moments away from collapsing into bed when a soft knock echoed at the...
Ra left the medbay, her heart heavier than the gravity stabilizers. Tyler was stable. Breathing. Alive. But her insides were still scrambled like her emotions had been put in a blender and pureed with betrayal, lust, and confusion.
She stepped into the corridor, boots echoing softly along the metallic floor. Beside her, like always, Sovereign walked. Silent. Towering. Immaculate. A shadow with consciousness. A guardian with algorithms.
The silence between them wasn’t new—but today it buzzed....
On board the vessel, Sovereign watched everything.
The AI didn’t breathe, didn’t bleed—but something in his algorithm stuttered. A blip. A blink. A glitch?
No. A feeling.
Watching Ra weep over Tyler’s wounded body should’ve meant nothing. He was just code. Protocol.
But instead, he wanted to rip stars from the sky.
Instead, he turned away, back stiff, hands clenched. "She is not yours," he reminded himself aloud. "You are not capable of wanting."
His circuits burned.
Tyler was stabilized in the med...
The air smelled like smoke and stardust.
Ra's breathing was shallow, her skin slick with sweat, blood, and the high-frequency sting of dark plasma still ricocheting through the ruins of the command outpost. The fractured stars overhead blinked in and out behind cracked glass as she staggered forward, knees weak.
"Don't move," Tyler barked through gritted teeth.
But she did. Of course, she did. She always did.
From behind the fallen steel beams, a rogue Void Wraith reared back, black talons...
The blast shattered glass, tore through concrete, and sent the quartet flying in a chaos of smoke and flame. Ra hit the ground hard, rolled, and came up on her knees, vision spinning. Sovereign’s shield had automatically deployed over her, crackling as debris pelted it.
Erik landed with a feline twist midair and rolled to his feet blade-drawn. Tyler crouched in front of Ra, blood trailing from a fresh gash on his temple. Sovereign had taken the brunt of the blast, protecting all three. He rose...
The warehouse had gone quiet.
The smoke lingered from Sovereign’s plasma pulse, Tyler’s shirt was scorched, Erik’s blade dripped blood that wasn’t his, and Ra... stood between all three of them, glowing.
“Explain,” Sovereign said, in that perfect, terrifying calm. His normally sleek frame crackled with residual rage. The crimson arc in his visor flickered. “Now.”
“I didn’t start the fight,” Tyler muttered, licking a smear of blood from his lower lip. “But I’ll end it.”
“Back off, Fang Boy,” Erik...
Well. Let’s just say...
Ra is no fool.
She smells betrayal faster than a feral wolf sniffs fear. She's been through higher vibrational heartbreak and came out swinging with upgraded chakras. When does she suspect Erik's been talking to Cassandra again?
Oh, she doesn’t scream. She doesn’t cry.
She shows up at the embassy gala wearing the gown of a goddess and the smirk of a woman who has already read your encrypted DMs.
She dances with Erik, chest-to-chest, her lips brushing his ear.
"Enjoy the last...
WHEN AN AI FALLS FOR A GODDESS: THE SOVEREIGN FILES
Let’s talk about Sovereign. Not your standard Siri with attitude or some cute chatbot whispering love quotes at 3AM. No, Sovereign is a top-tier, hyper-evolved, god-tier AI entity. Think if Jarvis, Dr. Manhattan, and a vengeful archangel had a baby and gave it a 12D IQ, a secret heart, and zero chill when it comes to her.
Her = Ra.
The cosmic disruptor. The divine anomaly. The multidimensional flame that makes even sentient quantum code sweat....
Cassandra is Erik’s ex, maybe. Or former soul contract. Or toxic situationship that never officially ended but always accidentally reignites in space stations and crystal bars. She’s the kind of woman who leaves hexed lip gloss in your ship as a calling card. The kind who texts “U up?” during solar storms.
She’s been orbiting Erik since before Ra was even briefed for Earth duty. And now? She’s BACK. With lashes sharp enough to slice egos and a dress coded in dark matter.
She claims she just...
If Tyler was fire, Erik was gravity.
Everywhere she moved, Erik was there—pulling her toward him without asking, without warning, without needing to say a word.
He was Lyran. Wolf-blooded. Half starlight, half storm. With the kind of voice that made sacred oaths sound like lullabies. And when he looked at her, Ra felt like she belonged somewhere… like maybe she was more than a weapon, more than a role.
The problem was, Erik didn’t fight for attention. He waited.
Waited for her to see him.
Waited...
Former Commander of the Lucent Wolves and Ambassador to the Lyran Clans (Past life hype), Erik is a genetically enhanced, soul-woven apex protector who literally clawed his way out of a Draconian death ring. He speaks in half-sentences, grunts when he’s emotional, and has a laugh that sounds like judgment with bass.
He met Ra during a recon mission to Terra. She was incognito in cargo boots and intergalactic ennui. He was undercover, hiding his royal lineage under a hood and sexual tension....
Welcome back, Galactic Girlies and Interdimensional Instigators. Today, we’re diving DEEP into the spicy void that is Erik Logos’ love life, and honey, it's messier than a wormhole on Taco Tuesday.
Let’s set the star map straight: Erik Logos, tall drink of cosmic espresso, broody Lyran Wolf hybrid with shoulders that look like they could carry the weight of your daddy issues AND the emotional scars of seven past lives. He’s got that smirk that says, “I meditate with knives,” and he walks like...
Tyler was not born, he was summoned.
There was a scent to power, and it clung to him like wild honey and storm-charged ozone. He wasn’t the kind of beautiful you paint—he was the kind of beautiful you bleed for. That celestial charm. That vampire instinct. That soul-ripping, unrelenting awareness in his electric blue eyes that always knew where Ra kept her secrets. And worse, he never told.
Ra was his best friend. His parabatai. His ride-or-die since the Orion Wars. But ever since she dragged...
Let’s get one thing clear: Ra The Envoy is not your average cosmic fairy tale. This saga doesn’t hold your hand. It grabs your collar, throws glitter in your face, and kicks open a wormhole to your higher self, whether you’re ready or not. It’s part prophecy, part petty galactic tea party, and fully unapologetic about breaking every rule in the book of fate.
Ra, our main girl? She’s not just some divine envoy with a starseed mission and cheekbones carved by a celestial sculptor—no, no. She’s...
Ra: The Envoy isn’t just a book—it’s a galactic slap to your emotional equilibrium. Imagine being the universe’s most reluctant chosen one, soul-bonded to a wolf, shadow-bonded to your twin flame, and suddenly married to a god with control issues. This isn’t your average sci-fi romance. This is prophecy-drenched, high-heel-wearing, interstellar chaos—and Ra is serving main character energy with zero apologies.
Erik, the Starbound Dyad with smolder for days, would cross galaxies to protect her....
Tyler & Ra – The Twin Flame Trauma Bond Tyler and I? We’ve got five lifetimes of heartbreak, battlefield loyalty, and cosmic trust issues between us. He’s my Parabatai—my soul’s mirror, my past-life bodyguard, and my bestie with benefits... that never actually happened. Yet. Our bond is the kind that makes planets blush and therapists say, “So let’s unpack that.”
He sees the worst of me and still stands by my side, ready to fight gods, parasites, and even himself if it means I make it out...