Novel & Cerita Star Wars Sovereign Protector

[ANOMALY IDENTIFIED: SECTOR 77-OBSIDIAN. The voice wasn't Kael's. It was a sonar pulse that bypassed the ears and spoke directly to the marrow. The First Omega’s shadow manifested on every screen in the hall, her silver-gray eyes unblinking, her face a mask of airless indifference. [THE SOVEREIGN UNIT IS A STOLEN PROTOTYPE. THE ANCHOR-MOTHER CARRIES THE ILLEGAL MARROW OF THE ARCHITECTS. STATUS: RECLAIMABLE HARDWARE.]

I pull out the design I sketched for him: a set of interlocking blades wrapped around the Sovereign crest. It's more than ink—it's loyalty written in blood and steel. Our pack's different. We don't have omegas. Just me, Jacek, and a handful of neutrals who decided to turn survival into something that looks a hell of a lot like family. Like Miles, they're the ones who keep the gears turning—not built to dominate or submit, just wolves who do whatever needs doing. It's not traditional, but it works for us. Miles studies the sketch, lips curving. "That's clean, man. You nailed it."

Somito’s voice boomed as he dropped from a ventilation shaft, his heavy-gauge rifle spitting sapphire-tipped rounds. The bullets passed through the lead Walker as if it were made of smoke, the purple light of its armor rippling like water. The Walker laughed—a cold, mechanical sound—and swept its blade in a wide arc, sending a wave of concussive force that threw Somito against the far wall. "Somito!" Nomo yelled. "The Sovereign is coming with us," the Walker said, stepping into the crater. "Whether she is in one piece or a thousand is entirely up to you, pilot."

But the hologram hadn't conveyed the sheer, suffocating aura of power he projected. The Sovereign didn't carry a sword or a rifle. He carried a Singularity-Staff a long, black-iron pole topped with a swirling, contained black hole that devoured the light around it. The Sovereign’s boots touched the iron causeway with a heavy, magnetic clank that vibrated through the water.

He’s mine and I can protect him. The battle erupts. Wolves and MC fight intertwine like liquid fire. Claws tear through leather, teeth clash with metal. Arrows streak through the air. Gunfire cracks sharp, sudden, but none of it slows the Sovereign and Alpha. Tristan moves with lethal grace, a predator tempered by love, instinct, and experience. I move alongside him, weaving through chaos, my power pulsing like a living entity.

There might be time to ask next time. “Sofia is there anything you want?” asked my father. Harrison Ambroise. A well-known businessman in the whole world. No one dares to fight him, which shows how powerful a man he is. I don’t know what kind of business he does, but I’m sure it’s legal. I forced a smile on my lips and said, “I just wanted to greet you. That’s it.” Father wouldn’t care anyway. I bet he won’t know I want something from him.

I just let my heart and soul leave in that car and I watched it drive away. As soon as it was out of view I relaxed and turned to my warriors. " Alright men. You know what you need to do. Get it done and meet me at the packhouse." I ordered them. And all my warriors ran off into different directions. 'Tucker. Are you sure that you can disarm those bombs?' I mind linked. 'Yes Alpha. Once I see them I will be able to disarm them and the human's will be safe.' Tucker replied. 'We can't move to get Ivy back until that town is safe.' I say.

Perhaps it was because his attention was caught off guard by the Dragon's Wrath Saber that he ended up like this. But if he really did end up fighting this protector king. If he were to use all of his trump cards, he should be able to at least be able to fight against his opponent. Sect Protector Six! However, Starsoul directly threatened to give the Sect-Protecting Magic King three seconds to kill himself. Good heavens! Was there such a big gap? Even Yang Xiao couldn't help taking a few more glances at the Starsoul.

Although he was safe now, he was still terrified by what happened. The Dual Sovereign Pavilion’s disciples looked towards Nelson worryingly. Nelson was the leader of their team on this trip into the Secret Place for Resources. The other disciples from the Dual Sovereign Pavilion admired him for his strength, sense of responsibility and great talents. They also respected him greatly after this trip.

My mother exhaled softly, almost inaudibly, but I caught it. “I see,” my father replied. He picked up the tablet on his desk and turned it slightly, not enough for me to read what was on the screen, just enough to make a point. “The academy contacted us early this morning,” he continued. “They informed us that your roommate has been classified as something… unprecedented.” His gaze sharpened. “A Carrier-Prime Omega.” Hearing it out loud, here, in this room it sounded different. Less like something Aiden was and more like something people could use.