Sonic Jackal Oc Novels & Stories

Little Alex, who sat on his shoulders, was the first to call out to me. "It's Alpha Jett." "It sure is," Nick replied as he lifted the child and set him down. Then he came to clasps hands with me in greeting. The faint smell of blood wafting from his hand was a sure sign that he had just performed a blood pledge. That meant someone had just joined the Forest Moon. "Welcome, Jethro. You look upset," he said. "Are you here to fight?" "I sincerely hope not," I grumbled in reply and had barely finished the words when I caught sight of my person of interest.

I held my breath. Paws thundered past. Voices snarled. "She went east. I caught a trace before her scent died." "Alpha's going to kill her when he finds her." "Worse. He's going to claim her in front of the whole pack. Make an example." I waited until their footsteps faded. Then I crawled out and kept moving. The river was forty yards away when the Alpha command hit. "LYRA. STOP." Kael's voice, amplified by his Alpha power, slammed into me like a physical blow. My wolf whimpered. My legs locked.

Lelaki itu menganggap semua hanya sebagai candaan. "Eh, tapi coass yang baru juga cakep-cakep. Lu gak minat, Jack?" "Buat kalian aja, deh. Gue tau lu semua pada suka yang daun muda." "Bagus kalau gitu, Jack. Saingan kita berkurang. Ya gak?" "Bener, tuh. Kalau semua digebet sama si Jack, kita kebagian sisanya. Untung dia anak baik." Janu tak terlalu memerhatikan apa yang dibicarakan oleh teman-temannya. Matanya kembali fokus menatap gadis itu, yang malam ini terlihat memukau dengan gaun berwarna merah.

“I am the boss's partner here.” “Oh, yeah? You wish you were so untouchable. It would be nice for you, a rejected and sad Omega, so weak even in her enhanced form.” He grinned, pulled out his long nails and slowly scratched my arm. The blood ran like a trickle. I couldn't move, Karly was still in her human form, but if she became a wolf, she would easily defeat me.

Fear began to ripple through the city's supernatural underworld. Marcus, leading the pack's enforcers, found himself facing an unexpectedly difficult challenge. Kael had equipped his elite warriors with sophisticated technology, likely supplied by the Fenrir Council through Vance. They wore sleek, dark combat gear embedded with devices that emitted a low-frequency sonic pulse. These "psychic dampeners" didn't block an Alpha's power completely, but they scrambled it, reducing the overwhelming force of Jack's aura to a disorienting headache. Worse, their ammunition was state-of-the-art: custom-forged rounds with a silver-plated core, designed to inflict maximum damage on a werewolf's regenerat

"What reason shall you give mother and the elders of the pack? That you sent me out for an Omega you're fucking? Is she that good? I wonder how she sounds in bed." "Stephan! Roy!" Alpha Jax called, and his two huge guards came in. "Take him out." "You can't be serious. You're going to have lowlifes touch me?" "You're one to talk, the true lowlife in the building," Alpha Jax jeered. "Don't blame Scarlett for this; it's not her fault that you're mentally deranged."

"The dark energy radiation out here is too intense. Effective radar range is compressed to less than a kilometer. We're basically blind men stumbling through a fog." "Then open your eyes wider, Captain," Jack's gruff voice echoed through the squad channel. His heavy Defender mech had lost some armor plating during the collision with the world-cracker, but its massive rotary railgun still gleamed with lethal intent. "Maintain a delta defense formation. Kael, you've got the left flank. Push toward the source of that low-frequency SOS signal." "Copy that, Sir," Kael swallowed hard. The young man, who had once been an unstoppable force in the underground boxing rings of Neo-Tokyo, couldn't help

The great, dry jackal, with that mocking smile always glued to the lips. Santino spoke, his deep voice cutting the hubbub. - I had placed an order ... and she never arrived. So I came to see why. The jackal shrugged, a little mischief in the gaze. -I don't know ... maybe your old boss is dead with your order. Behind him, his men burst out laughing, fatty laughs that resounded like a slap. I saw the Santino jaw contracting. A shadow of rage passed in his eyes, and without warning, he took out his weapon, pointing it straight on the head of the jackal.

"Without me, you can't even pull yourself out of the gutter. Go ahead—break the bond and walk away. Tell me, where does an unprotected Omega go in a world like this?" He didn't wait for an answer. The door slammed, the engine roared, and the SUV tore away, spraying a fresh coat of mud across my face. As the darkness swallowed the road, my mind fractured, spiraling back through every memory I had of him. After Jake, I had been a ghost. I tried to bleed the pain out of my wrists, and every time I did, Carter would find me—slashing two deeper lines into his own chest to match mine. When I couldn't sleep, he tore the roof off the Packhouse and installed a skylight so he could hold me and count t

His voice was not his own, but deeper and thicker, the sound vibrating through the entire room. Like they were possessed, the Chicago Pack men who had stood in front of the "Staff Only" door marched to the side, making way for Marcus' men. There was no resistance as Ivan and Rico crossed into the staff area of the ice cream parlor. Cecily took a staggering step backward, her shock multiplying at what she'd just witnessed. Only an alpha could force his will so completely on werewolves of his pack... the alpha and the Lycan. Her neck twisting, Cecily gaped at the auburn-haired man. She knew he wasn't the Lycan, but his betas did have similar mind-control powers. Was this man a beta to the Lyca