Lab Rats: Elite Force Skylar Novels & Stories

Consequently, the pack was back to its feet. Kylo kept reminding Skylar that Kinsley being unable to link was not a burden. And the latter would often say anyway that it was a weakness. Sometimes he would go as far as saying he's useless. And so through their runs, Skylar and his wolf would battle their wits out. Sometimes it even went as far as overpowering each other's consciousness. When in wolf form and Kylo had the upper hand, Skylar would still not back down. He would take it as a challenge.

The wolf bowed in gratitude before joining the heated battle. Skylar went back into a killing mood, making sure to keep her eyes on her people and so far, they were all fending for themselves and Caesar's army was falling. Everything was going well, until... "Mother, watch out!" Skylar wheeled on her paws just in time as a dark force rushed towards her, she shut her eyes and wait for the painful impact but it never came and she opened her eyes to find Aldrich on the ground, choking on his blood as a huge hole had formed in the middle of his chest.

Before I knew it, Artemis was rising to her hind legs, her front paws raised at Skylar. ‘Rest well,’ I heard the strange voice in my head before an invisible force slammed into Skylar right as she decided it was best to run. It slammed her to the ground, picked her up, and whipped her back down. Then repeated the motion several times until a shelf collapsed atop the wolf. Artemis went back on all fours, snarling at the rubble Skylar was buried underneath. She was pawing at the rubble when the door opened to let in Jabari and two warriors, Gavin included.

"He's a Rank 9 Evolved One!" Skeletal Lady stared at Lucas. Skeletal Lady expected Lucas to begin trembling when he heard her say that the leader of the Fire Praying Tribe was a Rank 9 Evolved One. Yet, Lucas’ expression remained calm. The leader of the Sky Hawk Organization, Shawn Violet, was a Rank 9 Evolved One. Since both the Fire Praying Tribe and the Sky Hawk Organization were on par with each other, it only meant that the overall strength of the Fire Praying Tribe was not much weaker than the Sky Hawk Organization.

“Through my sources, I came to know that Skylar is going to LA and hired contract killers in LA. It was me who ordered them to torture Skylar, manhandle her and scare her to the core, then kill her on her 23rd birthday. In that situation after her demise, the entire property of Stark’s will be mine.” “This bloody bitch escape from their clutches to ruin my entire plan. I have done everything; did you get it, Evelyn? Even though you know my real face, you can’t do anything because you don’t have any proof against me. So don’t try to scare me or shout at me.” Levi said with so much attitude, his haughty attitude fumed over everybody, but Evelyn stopped them to react to him. “Are you sure we ca

My routine had been simple: I'd fuck them, and when I got tired, I'd find them another seat. If they didn't tell me to fuck off or fall in love with me first but with Sky, I felt the need to have her by my side all day. Even before then, when those two old farts looked at her, I wanted to kill them. She is mine. "Do you have siblings?" Skylar asked, bringing the red liquid to her lips and smiling. A younger one. "So two Jenkins?" She said smiling. Mr. Jenkin, it's just me—I snapped at her.

Then she turned to Gab. “I’m sorry, Gab,” Skye apologized. I could also feel the uncertainty in her voice. “I should have asked you to inform me after you have made a strategic plan about this target. I cannot say these words now after hearing that this group is creating young people into lab rats. Turning healthy kids into lunatics and almost robotics with their advanced formulas. I cannot wait to burn the whole place to the ground.” Gab nodded. Sighing deeply, he firmly nodded. I could see Gab defying sleepiness tonight. Then he turned his face to look at me.

Her clinic was warm, but I couldn’t stop shaking as if I were in Selene city. Skylar was a lycan of my age, specialized in herbal medicines. Meeting her at a bar turned out to be heaven’s blessing, as my infected mating mark caught her eye. She left her rest in the middle of the night and tended to me, pressing a poultice to my neck. Her blonde hair glimmered in the light as she spoke. “You should have come to me sooner, Azlynn.” As Skylar started the treatment, the pain got dull, but my vision was still blurry. I replied to her meekly.

I stare at him through the darkness. My voice is low as I state, “You contact me in my own territory, after escaping my custody, and thought you could bargain for my mate?” “She has not been marked,” Skylar observes and in this moment I realize exactly how much he knew. Someone has been giving him information. My voice drops into something I barely recognize and I say, “You have just made a very serious mistake.” Skylar doesn’t retreat. Perhaps he believes that this magic made him brave, or that the distance has made him forget who he is speaking to. He states, “I have information you need.”

“Fine. Get me five names by this afternoon and we’ll approach them. As for the female assets, we need a selection of our she-wolves who fit the demographic. We can always dye hair, but natural blondes would be better. Right age range, right skill set.” “What about Larkin?” Blake asks. His voice is quiet, but it cuts through the room. Pearson’s head snaps around to stare at my second. Henderson, however, is already nodding. The others just look confused. “Don’t think I haven’t considered that, but she’s—” “She’s not a Task Force member,” Pearson interrupts, outrage clear in his tone. “Who is Larkin?” Grady asks, looking between them. “She’s the most impressive warrior I’ve ever seen,” Blake s