Novel & Cerita Micah Solusod

Sweat was dripping down my forehead and drenching my body but he was yet to break a sweat. "You are such a huge thing, please just drop to the floor," I begged and tried to catch my breath at the same time. "Sorry Luna, your enemy would not drop because you begged them to. If I were a real threat you would probably not have your head anymore," that was another problem about Micah, he did not speak much but when he spoke his words were unfiltered. Like seriously bro, how do you tell a person that they would not have their head attached to their body if it was a real battlefield?

Micah was out of the house at midnight. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw her dress already sprawled out. She didn't get to see the maid but as the door pushed open, a small plumb woman stepped in. "My lady," she said, giving her a small courtesy. Hazel passed her hand over her face again and pushed herself to stand. "Micah. Your Alpha. Is he from the midnight pack? Is he a prince of the house of Midnight?" Hazel knew she was risking a lot of things by asking this question but she had no choice. She was running out of time with the damned mission and this was a huge mixup she wanted to clear out.

"Umbra?" "Morpheus's lieutenant. He's not like the other Sleepers. He's... awake. Hungry. He looked at me and smiled." --- We carried Micah to the infirmary. Solara worked on his arm. The wound wasn't deep, but the cold was spreading—a slow freeze that resisted her magic. "Umbra's touch," Solara said. "He can freeze the bond itself. Micah is lucky to be alive." "Farrah wasn't lucky."

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I had to remind myself and her that he was, after all, their alpha, and they were just happy he was back. I moved a few feet away instead, enough that I wouldn’t be so annoyed about the exchange but still close enough to see all that was going on, and I observed them. Micah moved among them like a Messiah, his touch and words igniting light in their eyes whenever he asked a personal question. I found myself nodding. Indeed, he was the very definition of a good leader. Again, I had nothing but praise for the goddess for blessing me with such a man. I only had to ensure nothing was going to ruin it.

"What are you saying?" "I’m going to use the Soul-Sunder," Micah whispered, lifting the obsidian blade. "It can sever a soul without killing the body. I’m going to cut the Heir out of your spirit and pull it into mine. I’ll be the vessel. I’ll take the King into the dark with me." "You’ll die," Rhea said, her eyes wide with horror. "If you take that thing into you... it will burn you from the inside out." "I’m already burning," Micah replied with a sad, bitter smile. "At least this way, the fire serves a purpose."

He was her servant, her enforcer, her weapon. “Maeron is neither alive nor dead,” one of the old scrolls read. “He walks the world, carrying the silence of death and the hunger of the sea.” The more Alexandro uncovered, the heavier his heart grew. These weren’t ordinary enemies. Solmyra and Maeron were not part of the werewolf order or any natural hierarchy. They had no allegiance, no nation, no rules. They were older than the clans, older than the territories, older than Valerian’s bloodline or his own. And now they had Serena.

This is definitely not what I have imagined myself being ended up in. That motherfucka Micah was one of the trusted persons who we have been working with for ages. He is the last person I would expect to betray his club and us. But I guess the greed for power is something that blinds a person, and then they forget to differentiate between right and wrong. That bastard got what he deserved... he thought these people would help him to become the Alpha of the club, but he didn't understand that they were just using him. The moment his work was done, they disposed of him without any thoughts.

Get high tonight and every other thing that follows becomes painless. ***** Sophia's POV I sat on the bed while waiting for Gabriel to come out of the room where he keeps his sex tools. He seemed very mad at me earlier for daring to disobey him. He had me promise him that I would stop stripping, I disobeyed him tonight and he is very furious. my hand subconsciously ran through all the fading scars on my body, he enjoys wild sex and can go to the very extreme to fulfill his ecstasy. My mind drifted back to what Cassandra had said about Erica having a son for Damian.

She eyed the Delta suspiciously. “Would it be okay if I spoke with your head warrior to review anything suspicious noted on patrols?” Michael asked, appearing much more intimidating then he had previously. His blonde hair was a little bit longer, giving him a more laid back look, but there was nothing laid back about him in this moment. “Of course, Alpha Michael. I will have my head warrior come up immediately so that you can discuss any threats or suspicious activity. Alpha Anders, would the rest of you like to join me in my office?” Delta motioned towards the stairs.