Novel & Cerita Sirius The Jaeger Mikhail

The iridescent blue web holding their motorcycles to the sphere flowed upward, pooling at the absolute top of the Ark like a massive, glowing blue battering ram. "Hold on to something heavy!" Jax bellowed, wrapping his massive, armored arms around the front forks of his chopper. "Punch it, Mia!" Dax commanded. I slammed my palms flat onto the master interface. The six retrofitted Prime Forge thrusters strapped to our equator fired with catastrophic, unyielding force. The billion-ton sphere of Neo-Angeles surged upward through the thin, freezing air of the stratosphere, accelerating straight toward the sprawling, jagged iron underbelly of Neo-Tokyo.

she grins wickedly, "I've always wanted a combat medic under my wing... Later, Agate Althea opened the door to the passenger's side of the jeep. On the driver's side sat Major General Marcus Miller. She sat inside and closed the door. "Is this thing clean?" she asked her old friend. "Of course. Who do you think I am?" said the general. "I may be in the military but that doesn't make me any less of a mage." "So, how long have you known?" she asked. The other sat in silence. "38 years, Marcus, that's how long we've known each other, and yet..."

My final act of loyalty wasn’t for Xavier, nor for Valerie, not even for myself. It was for the girl I once braided hair for. The girl who clung to me in storms. The sister I failed before our childhood ended. I typed the message. Not to Lisa. Not anymore. To him. Because he was the only one strong enough… to stop her. To stop Lorenzo. To stop the war closing in. XAVIER. She’s coming. Don’t let her reach the Luna. Don’t trust what she looks like. And don’t hesitate. Because she will not stop. Not until everything goes her way...

"Not when you mess with my family." "Alex! Kael! Mia!" Jackson ordered. "Take out the signal jammer on the spire! Nova, shields up! It's time to bring him down to Earth!" (Chapter 175 End)

Manslayer 120, 8th in the Twelve Descendants. • Yuan Laurent. Code Name: Kite. Manslayer 115, 9th in the Twelve Descendants. • Lamia Hale. Code Name: Sirius. Manslayer 114, 10th in the Twelve Descendants. • Atticus Hart. Code Name: Rhodes. Manslayer 111, 11th in the Twelve Descendants. • Taquila Sinclair Maven. Code Name: Sin. Manslayer 119, 12th in the Twelve Descendants. • Sage Hunter Fuevo. Code Name: Shun. Member of the legion, Vyel's accomplice. Develops an obsessive love towards Eliora.

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’

Sharp eyes, sharper tongue. “Thought you were dead,” she said flatly. “Disappointed I’m not?” Rafael replied. Kira smirked. “Only if it means less chaos.” Next was Lucien Marek, a hacker so infamous his name was whispered in both intelligence and mafia circles. His black nail polish gleamed as he offered Sophia a lopsided grin. “So you’re the woman who turned the Reaper into a man again.” Sophia raised a brow. “Depends on the day.”

"It talks..." "I'm not just some snake, okay?! I'm a snakelet of the Divine Beast of Lestria." "H-huh? Divine Beast... then what are you doing here? Hey, Mikhail, is this a joke?" Arthur glanced at Mikhail who was still holding onto his head. "Mikhail is busy. He is communicating with Tigris." "Tigris...? Of that lost nation?" "Yes. Now lead me to your map. You need to seek out the Divine Wolf at once." Soleil said as she slid up Arthur's arm.

“I’ll leak something to Lester that he is, in fact, a rogue. People will think he’s deranged; his abilities a result of being on his own, out of a pack for too long–” Mistra whimpers, but we all ignore her. Jason nods, picking up the thread. “Janas will just have to keep him confined in the pack house cells until we get back. In the meantime, I will send Mark back on ‘pack business’ and he can assist Janas in the meantime.” Mark barks out a laugh, clearly sarcastic. “Are you all forgetting that Sirius is the fastest, most lethal creature in our territory?” “He’s not lethal, Mark–” Mistra begins again, but he cuts her off.

It's a dark, sharp smirk that looks almost wicked. “I do,” he repeats. For a moment, just as the night turns his eyes dark, he looks like an evil reflection of Jaylen. The same bone structure. The same height. The same for everything other than the soul. It's obvious that Mikhail is colder, faster and more dangerous. Where Jaylen has conscience, Mikhail has none. Someone hands him an LED-lit board, blue lights glowing underneath. It looks surreal in his hands. James laughs. “Man, you look like you were born with that thing.”