Micah Solusod Voices Novels & Stories

Micah POV. My name is the boy with trust issues, I mean Micah, Micah Blackthorn, I'm the alpha's only son, I'm his heir and the one in charge after him, I'm twenty-one years old, my birthday was last week, I just turned of age, the one where you're an adult, where more responsibilities get thrown your way and you're left to figure it out.

"I'm tired of running. We need to fight back." Micah turned to her, his expression unreadable. "And what's your plan? Take them all on with sheer determination?" Sophia bristled. "No, but " "Then trust me," Micah said, his voice softening. "We'll fight when the time is right. But not now." A faint crackle came from Micah's earpiece. He pressed a hand to it, his face lighting up with hope. "Micah, come in!" James's voice was faint but clear.

Michael said “ Calm down Mich ” Gavin touched his shoulder Low picked the call and they all kept quiet ,,he put it in a loud speaker ,, 📞 Hello 📞 Wow,,His voice is more cool than I expected The deep voice said and they heard some background laughter 📞 Who are you guys?? Leo asked 📞 He’s still asking,, let him hear the voice of his precious daughters 📞 Let go of my hair!! “ That’s my daughter’s voice !! ” Flora cried out

The shrieking was by time blared through the hallway. Though as he tried to chase after him, his motion was halted by Ethan and Nico, who had been securing the way since we had got here. "Move! Do you know who I am? I am Joshue Miller, leader of the notorious Solis Pack." The line on his forehead deepened, the annoyance of him getting ignored flicked a newfound rage in his pride. "Hey, Joshue." His face snapped towards my direction, again, he was being disrespected by another.

If she wasn't, then why in the first place would she shout in the midst of hundreds of werewolves going about their business. "Melissa, if you don't leave our presence now, do not say I'm wicked when I take another action," Micah warned. The fact that his voice came out like he had been smoking for the past months made Melissa shrink back in fear. Even if Micah was slightly on the feminine side, they all in the pack had gotten to see the type of power he had when a brainless male wolf had called him a 'sissy'. It took the combined power of five bulky men to pull Micah away from the male wolf that day.

I couldn’t help the tears that flowed down my face at the pain that I was experiencing after the tube got pulled. “Okay, Junie Bug. Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.” My dad says. “W-wh-what…” I didn’t even finish my question. My voice. My voice wasn’t the same. It sounded scratchy and weird. “Oh. My baby.” My mom cries. I don’t understand why she’s crying. “Is this permanent? Is this how she will sound for the rest of her life?” My father asks the doctor. “Unfortunately, Beta Killian, I think it will be. She doesn’t have her wolf, and her Siren side isn’t healing her for some reason.”

And that man, Nathaniel Lorentz. Micah jewel is back, but this time, as a different person__ Bianca.

He says with a bow and I stop walking to hear what he has to say "I– I... I'm so sorry ma'am... I– In my defense, I'm not aware the pack has a new Luna... Uhm... and concerning the wrongful eviction, please believe, ma'am, that was not my decision. I was just following orders. The old Luna was my boss. I can't tell her no when she asks me to evict them and... A–and even though I need this job so much, I'll tender my resignation if..." "That won't be necessary, Mr..." I trail off, fishing for his name "It's Micah. My name is Micah, ma'am..." "Yeah, Micah. Whether you'll stop working here is yet to be determined. I can't ask for your resignation simply because you followed your previous boss's

The trees part in smooth arcs, roots sinking away as a procession steps into Midnight’s territory. They look… ordinary. That’s what terrifies me. Five figures walk forward, humanoid in shape but indistinct at the edges, like reality hasn’t decided what to make of them yet. Their faces shift subtly when I try to focus—male, female, young, old—never settling. Observers. Outcome-eaters. The Crown hums low, not screaming, not fighting—bracing. One of them speaks, voice soft and layered. “Sovereign Liana of Midnight.”

I whispered, taking in the beauty he possessed. "Well, I'm not one of those men, you know. I'm different. I'm the god, sweetheart Hana. I don't do shit those men do." He sneered and it was mixed with confidence and disdain over the men alive on this earth. Because he thought he was superior. And he was not lying.