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...
Erik & Ra – The Starbound Dyad That Hurts So Good Erik isn’t a boyfriend—he’s a prophecy-wrapped punishment with cheekbones and rage issues. Our bond is written in stardust and sealed with pain, passion, and the trauma of time. He’s my Starbound Dyad, my ride-or-die through the multiverse. But even soulmates come with fine print—and his says, "Warning: Will destroy galaxies for you."
We’ve loved each other through black holes and betrayal. He sees me—the messy, mighty,...
Ra: The Envoy – Book One isn’t just your next read—it’s your next cosmic obsession. Ra’s love life is hotter than a supernova and twice as explosive. Picture a goddess-level woman with trust issues, a divine prophecy, and not one, not two, but three ridiculously hot cosmic suitors. Who needs Earth-bound drama when you’ve got Lyran wolves, ancient gods, and enough soulmate tension to crack a starship hull?
Erik, her Starbound Dyad, is giving main-character energy so hard it bends timelines. He’...
Some books flirt with you. Ra: The Envoy grabs your collar, kisses you mid-apocalypse, and dares you to keep up. It’s space opera meets spicy soulmate saga, wrapped in stardust and dripping with betrayal. Our girl Ra isn’t waiting to be saved—she’s building her own damn escape pod and questioning the fabric of time while she’s at it.
One moment she’s dodging ancient overlords, the next she’s choosing between the wolf who would burn stars for her and the god who already rewrote the prophecy to...
Tyler is the BFF every girl wants… until he looks at you like he’s been in love for five centuries. Ra and Tyler aren’t just partners—they’re parabatai: bonded by soul, battle, and an emotional intimacy that’s one steamy confession away from combusting. He’s the emotional anchor to her chaos, the calm to her galactic storm.
But their friendship? One wrong touch from being weaponized. Tyler’s watched Ra fall, rise, die, and resurrect—sometimes because of him. That kind of love doesn’t fade. It...
Ra’s not your average heroine. She’s beauty, brains, and batshit destiny all rolled into one unstoppable cosmic force. She can throw down with parasitic overlords, shut down gods with a stare, and still look good doing it in battle-smeared lip gloss. She didn’t ask for this prophecy—but she’s about to own it.
She’s funny, flawed, and terrifyingly powerful—and everyone knows it. The Accord, the gods, the rebels, even the AI have their eyes on her. But Ra? She’s just trying to find a little...
Ra: The Envoy – Book One isn’t just the hottest interstellar romance you’ll ever devour—it’s a space soap opera that slaps harder than a jealous ex with god powers. Ra is caught in a galaxy-shattering love story so twisted, it doesn’t just bend cosmic laws—it files for full custody of your soul. This isn’t a slow burn. This is a full-blown galactic wildfire with star-crossed obsession, prophecy scandals, and the kind of messy entanglements that make reality TV look like meditation.
There’s...
Sovereign & Ra – My Favorite AI Has Emotional Baggage You ever have a sentient AI swear he’s here just to protect you... and then start watching you like you hung the stars and broke them? Sovereign is sleek, composed, and coded to save my life—but baby, he’s glitching. He’s got access to every secret in the galaxy, including mine, and somehow still acts surprised when I catch feelings back.
We weren’t supposed to be close. He was assigned to guard me, keep me safe from Accord...