Micah Solusod Novels & Stories

And not only is Mikael the key, he's a kid. I move in an attempt to surf through a crowd, but Micah holds me back before I can move. This time, when I turn back to look at him, he's looking right at me. “What do you think you're about to do?” Is he serious? “This isn't the way to get the k—” “Why do you think the Kid was suspended for almost killing someone?” Micah interrupts before I can finish. What? “He’s a Lycan” he says. “Newly turned too.”

" When Nina met Micah, he was teaching in a village. Micah taught the villagers how to identify medicinal herbs and was close to the children. He knew how to interact with kids, but dealing with the silent Orion was a real headache for him. The most important thing was that Orion had suddenly appeared by Nina’s side. The embassy had checked him out, and he had no criminal record. Still, Micah could not bring himself to trust him entirely. But with Nina not back yet, Micah could not just throw him out.

However, Micah had expressed outright disinterest, citing an online group discussion he needed to attend. "A group discussion?" Serenity was surprised. "Yes, I joined an online group of programming enthusiasts, and I’m even the group administrator. There’s a meeting this afternoon that I have to attend unless something important comes up," Micah explained. "You're the administrator? Are all the members in your group elementary school students?" Serenity asked, surprised. "Nope, I’m the only elementary school student," Micah replied. "Do they know how old you are?" she inquired. "They do," he confirmed.

I'm just finishing sending off the text when Sophie, the receptionist, comes to fetch me. "Miss Fiona, Mr. Micah is here to see you." I brace myself as I step outside, mentally preparing for the confrontation I anticipate. Micah leans against his car, exuding an effortless confidence. He wears a black shirt that clings to his sculpted frame, sleeves casually rolled up, and his wild, untamed dark curls are tousled by the wind. He stands there like a predator, all sharp angles and rippling muscles, as if he's patiently waiting for his prey.

“No dramatic moment can end cleanly.” Cristobal took up the other side, sword drawn. “You take the ones on the left?” Micah cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, flashing a grin. “Left, right, upside down–I’ll take them all.” Cristobal arched a brow. “What’s the plan, wolf-boy? Flex your muscles until they cry uncle?” “I mean,” Micah said, flashing fangs, “it’s worked before.” Cristobal scoffed. “On weak-minded individuals, maybe.”

If the cartel had reached her first, I would have burned their world to ash. I drained the bourbon and set the glass down. My phone buzzed. Luca’s message: He’s in the suite. System’s active. The reconditioning program was live, tracking his every move, every breath. I needed to know who Micah was beyond the code. Was he a tool I could sharpen or a liability I had to erase?

"Hmm?" "Come, I want you to meet my beta, my tracker, and the leader of the pack warriors," Michael said and I instantly look at Lincoln, he just nodded at me as a sign that it was okay for me to leave him in a bit. I immediately walked over to Michael where he was happily talking to three men. I think I already know one of them, the leader of the pack warriors since he's the one who captured me and throws me in the cellar. "Hey mate, I want you to meet Maddox, he's my beta. This is Carrick, the pack tracker and I believe you already met this other guy here, Henry, the leader of the pack warriors." Michael introduces me to the other men and I just smile at them.

“I sent him. I’m surprised he obeyed. I wanted you to know if he was saying the whole truth about Thomas asking him to spy on me.” “I ran his name through every channel we have access to,” he began. “No hits and no ties to Red Hand, no rogue affiliations. He has a clean history.” I raised a brow. “Too clean?” Reid nodded once. “Micah’s a nobody. Born to a minor family in a peripheral pack near Silver Hollow. Trained as a field courier. Just someone who slips in and out quietly, unnoticed.” “That sounds like exactly the kind of person Thomas would use.”

"It seems that the Lancaster madness was amplified in him." "Hana," I gasped, my eyes growing wide. "She had to have done this." "That’s right." Silas agreed, "It seems we now know what her motive was for finding her way to Vince’s side." "But why?" "What is this?" Gray growled, stopping any further speculation between me and Silas. "And who the hell is this man?" "Vince Lancaster, sir." Seth responded, "Alpha of Midnight Rose." "Alpha," Gray repeated in disgust. "What kind of alpha behaves this way?"