Soren Mcsm Novels & Stories

Youri cast a glance in his direction. James responded instantly, “Soren is from the Human Race. He is a threat to all of us. He has been trapped in the formation for a very long time. Even if the formation wasnʼt effective in destroying the man, he’s very likely in a weakened state now. This is the perfect chance for us to exterminate him. Once we have the Blithe Omniscience, Soren Plamen shall meet his eternal end.” “Mhm.” Youri gave him a nod of approval. “You and I are of the same opinion. You can head out for the mission now. There is no time for us to waste.”

Don smacked Dave across the face and growled at him. "Speak when spoken to!" I growled and Dave held a smirk on his face. "What the hell was that? Did I just hear a growl coming out of your mouth?" Jeremy looked terrified. "You want to know the truth!" He scrunched his eyebrows but nodded his head. "We're a supernatural creature known as wolves!" Helena smacked me and glared. "Don't sugarcoat it, Aaron!" Her voice dripped in sarcasm. I turned away and looked back at Jeremy who was trying to hold onto his laughter.

I reminded them, and they immediately tensed and looked at each other worriedly. "You know she's a b-" Ryder started with a scowl but paused my raised brow and finger. Nico nodded his head. "Don't worry, Soren is with her" I said calmly leaning against my car waiting for my goddess to come. Soren, an Alpha from other pack, is my best friend and confide and has been my best ally since centuries as I've been his. Nico let out a relieved sigh and Ryder being the dramatic bitch he is let out a loud sigh wiping off his non-existent sweat.

They seem so in love with each other. I then continued reading the article. Recently, a piece of news shocked the whole netizens when Soren had a secret son with his ex-girlfriend, Ms. Rachel Cecilia Caceres who owns a famous bar later on, the two were seen on a romantic date on a cruise ship in New York and they looked so happy together. The two were also seen kissing in front of Mr. Soren's company, Benavidez Corporation and the netizens assumed that they were back together.

Malik remained standing before the black glass, hands clasped behind his back, expression of a man who had just received perfectly clear instructions. He turned toward the door. “Bring me the warlock,” he ordered. --- Soren arrived dragging his feet and carrying a satchel full of clinking vials. He was small, hunched, with skin the color of old wax and mismatched eyes — one gray, one yellow — both too large for his narrow face. He wore layers of dark cloth that smelled of burnt herbs and something deeper, older: the olfactory signature of Dark Realm magic. He was neither vampire nor demon nor wolf.

Coming to this public place, he wouldn't bother her. Sure enough, the man didn't say anything, just called the director. "Mr. Smith, what are your orders?" James Smith glanced coldly at David Kim and said slowly, "Change this male artist!" "Huh?" The director was startled. Rachel West also stood up in shock, because she stood up in a hurry, her eyes were black, and she almost fell again. Fortunately, David Kim hurriedly supported her. James Smith sneered suddenly, staring mockingly at her pale face.

I could smell the delicious aroma of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. Dane was already up, and he greeted me with a warm smile as I entered the room. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said, pulling me into a tight embrace. “Are you ready for today?” I nodded, feeling a sense of nervousness and excitement all at once. “I can't wait,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Dane escorted me toward the table, sat me down, and served me a plate of eggs and bacon, which I devoured eagerly. We ate, talked about our plans for the day, and Dane filled me in on what to expect during the ceremony.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

I stood up quickly and squeaked, “Excuse me, I think I need to leave now.” Soren pleaded, “I completely understand your reservations, but let me assure you I am merely offering you a place of conveniency, both residency and medical access. Think of me as your landlord and your daughter’s co-doctor.” “Co-doctor?” I asked. “A good friend of mine shall be present to assist with your daughter’s treatment. His name is Kade, and he is a man with experience in this specific condition—” Soren was silenced by the crash of my wine glass against the floor. The fine crystal shattered, the ruby wine instantly soaking into the dark wood.

A large group of students stood outside, skipping class to drink and smoke. All of them were standing except for one. He wore a black hoodie with a small red broken heart on it, black jeans, and red sneakers. A black cap covered his head, and his twists framed his face perfectly, reaching just past his chin. Tattoos adorned his neck and hand. Every time I saw his face, I couldn't help but feel captivated. A few girls lingered around him as he leaned back, a cigarette perched between his lips. He closed his eyes momentarily, taking a long drag before exhaling.