Soren Mcsm Novels & Stories

Fix this, Cap. Soren didn’t know how. On the fourth day, he broke. He drove to Seattle. JR’s building had tight security, but the doorman recognized him and let him up after a call. When the elevator doors opened on JR’s floor, Soren’s heart was pounding. JR opened the door wearing sweatpants and nothing else. His eyes were guarded, stormy gray and distant. “You came all the way here to say it in person?” JR asked, his voice cold as ice.

The packhouse's musk grew stronger on the wind, a reminder of the warmth and camaraderie that awaited them after this pivotal moment. Soren, the pack's venerable elder, stepped forward from the circle's northern arc, his presence a grounding force amid the night's mysticism. At sixty, his silver-streaked hair fell in loose waves to his shoulders, framing a face weathered by time and trials—deep lines around his brown eyes, a scar tracing his jaw from an old battle, and a posture that spoke of quiet authority. He wore a robe of dark wool, its hem embroidered with silver threads depicting the phases of the moon, and in his gnarled hands, he clutched the lunar staff: a six-foot shaft of polishe

I froze. A man stood by the edge of the trees, lighting a cigarette with steady hands. Smoke curled around him like a crown of shadows. He looked like sin in a suit, dark, dangerous, and maddeningly composed. His eyes didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. He didn’t even seem to care that I was on the verge of collapsing, yelling, or trying to escape. He was watching me like I was a mildly interesting movie he didn’t pay to see. He was watching like he was actually enjoying it!

Lorenzo leaned in and whispered it against my ear, surrounding me with his possessive pheromones and sending a very clear message to everyone in that room. I was untouchable. I looked toward Stephanie, who was standing in the back with the press team, and she winked at me like an accomplice. I knew they were all trying to make me feel less nervous, but that wasn’t easy when the reporters started throwing questions at us and the camera flashes hit my eyes. “One more photo and this press conference is over,” Lorenzo said, covering my eyes with his hand as his voice rang out with pure dominance. The room went so still even a fly would’ve thought twice before buzzing. And honestly, Lorenzo was n

Soren asked me while he leaned back in his chair. Soren was a tall and muscular man with blond hair and the coldest blue eyes I had ever seen. He was handsome and the women bowed at his feet even before he was king. He was a tough, wild warrior. After years of battles, he had a number of scars on his body and some on his face. I told him it made him look rugged. “Good. I have selected everyone for this mission and updated them on everything. I’m just waiting for the last little bit of information before I pick a day and time to attack the coven,” I told him.

I can’t. "That's what I thought," he says. "May the best man win, cousin." He walks away, leaving me with his rage still raging through my veins.“ --- I find Soren after her last class. She’s walking toward the parking lot, earbuds in, backpack slung over one shoulder. She looks tired. "Soren." She stops but doesn’t turn around rightaway. When she does, her expression is carefully blank.

That sudden short-circuit was something that couldn’t happen at the first place. “Then I am sending Soren.” I told him and he raised his brows in surprise. “She has come back last night.” I told him the next. “And for how long she will stay this time?” he asked me and I just shrugged my shoulders, not knowing the answer. Soren Holster was my cousin who served in the military and was a trained martial artist with special combat skills. She was a perfect bodyguard for Lauren and above all Soren and Lauren had a special bond as the co-partners in spars.

His blue eyes see everything. Egon Andersen walks in behind him. He is our Beta War Commander. He is taller than me and has big muscles. He protects our Silverclaw Kingdom. He kills anyone who crosses us. He spends his free time with Katharina Nielsen, his mate. Mads Andersen sits at the big table with his computer. He is the Moon Treasury Keeper. He counts all our gold. "The Moonstone Relic House opens in one hour," Mads says. He does not look up.

I understood that he was the last person that I wanted to speak to or look at. The room was silent, saved from the faint hum of the machines, but I could still feel him. Damon. I didn’t have to turn to find out he was there. His scent, a mix of cedarwood and something darker, filled the space around me. His energy was suffocating, pressing against my back like a heavy storm ready to unleash its wrath. I stayed still, keeping my eyes fixed on Isla, willing myself not to react. A moment passed before he spoke.

I would have actually gotten up to join them, but the crowd was much, and I did not want to get pushed by a fan who was probably about to go crazy from seeing them. "Damn! R.M looks hot with those shades." Kelly bit her lower lip seductively as she stared at him, and I shook my head sideways at her. The definition of shameless was this girl's Middle name. R.M, Suga, Jimin, V, Jungkook, Jin, and Jhope all walked in, followed by some other celebrities who turned the air. And oh, I definitely got up from where I was sitting when Ariana Grande made an appearance.