Sirius The Jaeger Mikhail Novels & Stories

The air around him shifted, pulsing with barely restrained fury. "Don't you dare," he growled, voice dark and trembling with restrained violence. He knew his sister's death was on him; he didn't need Iver to tell him that. But Iver only scoffed, his lips curling. "The truth hurts, doesn't it? But you can't deny it. Chieftain Julius died a traitor for helping Dr West, that filthy human scum, in exchange for saving his daughter!" "Enough," Orion snarled, his voice reverberating through the walls. His eyes flashed between gold and storm-grey, and the raw energy in the room made even the guards tremble in their boots.

I laughed breathlessly, my eyes trailing over the hundreds of bridges and thousands of homes carved through the very trees themselves. “Many of those houses are empty. The Earth Court has suffered many losses, more than most." Micah replied, and within his words was a heaviness I couldn’t comprehend. One that held the pain of thousands of people, one of hopelessness and despair. The barely concealed desperation in his voice had me turning my head, “Who exactly are you, Micah?” “I am who I always have been.” He replied, a small smile gracing his lips. “I am a friend, a warrior, and a beacon. I am High Lord of the Earth Court.”

It was an overwhelming force for any beast. While these beasts didn't dare resist, they still raised the alarm. The second line of defense—the Jaeger royal family's elite soldiers—was mobilized. Before long, they appeared in front of Gideon. Their leader was a peak seventh-tier transcendent. His face was cold but respectful. He greeted Gideon and asked, "Sir, may I ask your name and where you are from? Why have you entered the territory of the Jaeger royal family?" Gideon said nothing. Adrelda stepped forward and shouted, "How bold of you to stand before the High Marshal! Kneel!"

Name: Jus Alla Age: 20 years old System: System 00000101000 Ability: Mind Reading Vision Level Upgrade: Level 8 Space of sea consciousness that can reach: 100km/l Rarity: Average for Sotiras Deadly for Ordinary Heroes and Civilians Identity: Sotiras HS3 Special Circumstances: Stalker Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Sotiras Reading man’

PIGGY BACK RIDES Sirius directly went to Hailey's house. He had somehow successfully put June to sleep with his calming pheromones. The crisp air did nothing to calm his boiling angry as he knocked harshly on the door.The moment Hailey opened the door, Sirius gripped her by the neck and choked her. "You have a father who is a Male Omega, Feng," Sirius snarled, "Knowing what he went through, how can you do that to June!"

‘My apologies for disturbing you Sir’ Jack saluted smartly and I sat beside him, ‘Private, why are you here with Sirius? The General looked surprised and then shocked as Jack explained why he was there, ‘Sirius and I will be working together from now on, he needs a handler who understands him and I am that person. We are now a team and it is time you put us to work, Sirius is special he has been developed as an aid to the British Military it is imperative

Only those few at the entrance was what Myka wanted to say, but when she saw Aster pointing at the other few mansions, she asked, “What do you mean by that?” “I’m saying that those mansions are all filled with security guards. If we go in, we might end up getting captured, much less save Carol.” A car with high lights on then drove over, and the glare blinded Aster. When that car got closer, he saw the person in the driver’s seat—Sirius. Myka was surprised to see Sirius too. Once he got out of the car, she panicked a little. Would he tell Titus? Sirius looked past her and saw the forty or so people behind Aster. He scoffed and said, “That’s all you brought? How could you even hope to show of

Going in would endanger the mission and everyone involved. "Fine," I said. "But the moment you find her, I want to see her. Immediately." "Agreed," Viktor said. He turned to Mikhail. "You have the tactical lead. Move when ready." Mikhail nodded, his expression focused and professional. This was a different person from the traumatized young man we'd found in the Tribunal laboratory months ago. He'd found purpose in this fight, transformed his pain into something useful. "Team, on me," Mikhail said. Three operators fell in behind him. They moved out of the parking garage with weapons concealed under jackets, looking like regular people heading to an appointment.

The voice of the rogue suddenly sheds its electronic distortion, running parallel with the sharpening image of a skull marking on the screen. Michael’s heart drops into his stomach as he recognizes the specific tribal ink and the guttural cadence of the voice. "I know the exact den," Michael roars, leaping over the stone table and sprinting toward the courtyard where his personal transport sits. Tito Hale and Jackie Jackson are instantly at his back. Tito Hale's wolf harbors a deep terror of high altitudes, but the alpha doesn't hesitate as he hooks his harnesses into the cabin next to Michael.

Jeh nodded and messaged his team and waited for their revert. Meanwhile he got the report of face restoration. "Fuck, Mikhail... Look at this!" Jeh cursed. Mikhail snatched the screen from his hands and closed his eyes in pure annoyance. "Fuck!" He punched the car window angrily. "That skeleton was Issac... Then where the fuck is Jacaranda. Where her dead body is buried?" He was frustrated. "If Issac was buried under Jacaranda instead of her them someone did it on purpose. They wanted to mislead anyone who finds the skeleton... Maybe Jacaranda's skeleton holds secrets!"