Micah Solusod Voices Novels & Stories

A growl rippled through the line. “This is our home,” I continued, my voice growing louder, steadier. “Our families. Our pack. That thing in the mist? That is not our Alpha. That is not our blood. I am your Luna. Damon is your Alpha. And we are still standing. We are all going to stand, we are all going to fight until the very end of this, no matter what is to happen.” I pointed to the creatures writhing at the treeline.

Nyx, my little Inner Wolf, stared at my veins which already rose to the level I thought I was going to die. "Three, two and one...!" It whispered to me, the voice feeling like another wolf in me. "Don't you remember you're already 20?" A powerful blow of the breeze hit my head, crushing me into a stunning silence. My gut was suspended and I had to just listen to my Inner Wolf. Then, I turned my eyes again to the sky, and it brightened up. "Regards from the Martial Lord of the Silver Sword Academy." As soon as I heard that voice, I screamed, deciding not to hold it anymore. "Mom, where are you?"

My hand went to his neck. "Adrian! The kingdom is going nuts!" Micah shouted from outside the door. A loud knock on the door followed. Adrian snapped his head back with a snarl. It woke me up. I was definitely still under the lust influence, but Micah's voice was like a splash of cold water on my hot skin. Could he hear us?

My legs were tangled in the blankets, still warm from the night before and still scented with bread and herbs. Micah stood by the window, bare chest streaked with morning light, frowning at the weather. His fishing rods leaned by the door, forgotten. The bucket for snails was empty and hopeful. I stretched, ran my hand across Solenne’s curls, and asked him, “So? You giving up already?” He turned his head, smirked. “Not giving up,” he said, voice thick from sleep. “Replanning. First—breakfast. Then we see if the rain’s brave enough to stay.”

“Olivia.” ‘Desmond!’ I could hear her sobs even though it sounded like she was trying to muffle them. “My love, I’m sorry. Alpha Bucho said that I was effecting you. I’m sorry.” ‘No, it’s okay. I know you’ve been dealing with a lot over there. Normally Bucho doesn’t use the phone cause they have to take extra steps to get the signal out. He thought maybe my voice would reach you.’ “I can already feel it working. How have you been? Outside of my emotions.”

Her voice, ethereal and sharp, echoed through the thick air, slicing into the fabric of magic that guarded the cursed island. As she whispered the final incantation, a crack formed in the luminous wall—small, fleeting, but enough for one to pass. “He must go now!” Ysolde cried, her voice urgent. “Only one—only the strongest.” Everyone turned to Alexandro. Without hesitation, the Alpha King shed his robe and stepped forward. His eyes burned with conviction, the winds howling around him as if answering his call. The others—Kiara, Jacob, Edward, Nivera, Valerian, and even Serena’s father—watched in silence, holding their breath as Alexandro tilted his head skyward. His body shimmered and began

“Please begin with your vows, son.” Nick starts, his voice strong and clear, carrying across the hall. “"I vow to lead with honor and wisdom, to guard my pack with unwavering devotion, and to stand as a shield in times of danger. I promise to earn their trust, uphold our legacy, and guide us together through every trial.” Nick’s mom steps forward. “Please say your vows Mariah.”

Wait this isn't Malrik's voice, this is Micah's voice so Micah was the one who came to save me. I should have been happy but for some reason I was rather disappointed "she is here I can..." The person stopped Midway in his sentence but I recognized the voice it was him Malrik, I quickly opened my eyes again but I could barely see anything due to the darkness "I would find the lanterns" Micah stated. "Malrik" I tried calling but I myself couldn't clearly hear myself my voice didn't even sound like mine, my heart beat quickened when I heard the sounds of footsteps approaching me for some reason I am sure it's Malrik I am sure, I know it is him.

his eyes snapped to my lips, and his fingers trailed my jaw. I shook my head. “N-No.” Then a voice echoed from downstairs. “Astrid? Rhett? Anyone home?” Micah. We froze. Micah was supposed to be on a trip. Holy shit.

Micah makes some unsettling sounds and tries to take a deep breath. I place my hands over his body, concentrate, and pray to the moon goddess to let me heal Micah. I can hear my parents’ howl. They are almost here. I try holding my wand over Micah, sobbing profusely in hopes my wand will work. When I realised no magic would be coming to my aid, I burst into tears. Micah weakly takes my hand, squeezes it gently, and tries to talk. ‘Shh, shh,’ I say, crying. What feels like a myriad of tears, fall from my eyes onto Micah’s face. ‘You’re going to be okay, Micah. You just need to save your energy, okay? My mother will be here any moment, and she will heal you,’ I assure him and begin to hum whil