3 Works in Bob the Wraith (Stargate)
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As a child Emily was always told to avoid the Wraith cloning facilities and temples at all costs. That her village was a worshiping heaven for there alien Masters. However, she just couldn’t stay away. Making constant hidden visits every day as an adult she always wanted a peek inside. Disregarding the warnings of every member in her village, she is captured by a Wraith Cleverman. Who had always taken notice of her from childhood up until now.
What is there purpose with her? She will soon sadly find out. As the hungry creatures are looking for more than just a meal.
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The Differences Between Us by Princessofthedark
Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis, Stargate Universe, Stargate Atlantis: Legacy Series - Various Authors
19 Mar 2025
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Wraith POV- Spoke from a Wraiths point of view and experiences.
-Stranded, heavily injured, and alone, a Wraith Commander is forced to survive the harsh conditions of a brutal human planet stuck in a perpetual winter. His fighter has crash landed in a desolate field, after he attempted to battle for territory of another Queen.
Within his darkest desires to find the planet called earth, he first must find the planets Stargate, and return to his Queen and Hive Ship. In order to do that, he must depend on the only human female he has come into contact with. A strange human healer, with the ability of foresight. The neighboring villagers call her kind (the fae) for their secretiveness, knowledge, and there resilience to abstain from any human contact.
While the Commander must wait for the winter blizzard to subside (30 days), he forms a relationship with his silent caretaker and comes to meet others of there kind. However, his relationship is bound to give him more trouble than it is worth. Causing a deep internal conflict with himself. Or is it?
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The interior of the ‘Younger You’ boutique was in stark contrast to the owner.
The walls were covered with colourful bottles of moisturiser, hair product, eye creams; all expensive-looking and probably containing things like tree bark, plucked at dawn, and extract of weasel. There was a sense of softness, lushness with gentle pastel hues and round, organic shapes. Just entering was like walking into a world of plump cushions and luxurious blankets, which wrapped you up in calm and whispered ‘hush now’ lightly into your ear.
Rodney hated it instantly.