Warner Yakko Novels & Stories

“Is it right here? No—wait. Maybe a bit more to the left?” I stayed quiet, watching him struggle as he moved the jack again. A metallic scrape echoed as it slipped. Fred cursed under his breath. “Damn thing won’t stay put.” Another slip. Then— Footsteps. Quick and deliberate. Warren was back. He didn’t say anything at first. He just marched straight over, his jaw tight, eyes flashing. Without warning, he snatched the jack out of Fred’s hands. “For God’s sake,” Warren growled. “You couldn’t even find the support point. Were you trying to snap the damn undercarriage?”

Kayson raised an eyebrow and performed mind expansion while he pushed himself off the ground with the tips of his toes and vanished like the wind. The security guard was stunned and shouted, “F*ck!” in shock. Downstairs… A master-level practitioner gave Captain Yeager a kick that made him bleed internally and knocked out a large number of security guards. Captain Jack and the others made a move in succession, but they could not last more than one round against the master-level practitioner. It was the master-level practitioner newly commissioned by the Allens, and his name was Jock Yake. Kayson stepped out of the elevator with a slightly gloomy expression. He made his way to Captain Yeager,

Jake replied and grinned as he drove them back to the clubhouse. Warren didn’t say anything, but he gave Jake a look as he pulled up to the clubhouse and parked his truck at the back of the bar. He followed Jake when he got out and headed to a side door. Jake scanned his palm and typed in a code before the door clicked open. Inside the clubhouse, Warren was greeted by men wearing Warrior cuts. He glanced around at the men all staring at him and he knew then that he never would’ve made it inside this place, not with the intention of walking out again.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

He kisses his grandson before sitting down to join the others. “Yara and I are going tonight. We want to be there in the morning to wish Yorick a happy birthday,” Warren says. Yorick is turning eighteen. I’m not sure what his plans are. He’s the second son and since Connor already has a Beta, there’s no real place for him in the pack. Kennedy says Connor’s trying to convince him to stay and help him run the pack, but she doesn’t think he’s going to. “How are the Double K triple threats?” Wade asks, looking at Kaylee and Kendra.

-You are Natacha- he said with a flirtatious voice that would melt anyone's legs. -The same, how can I help you- -Come with me- the man raised a spray and activated it in front of the beta's face. She fell into his arms quickly unconscious. The man raised a hand and touched the microphone to his ear –Target 2 captured- Falcon and Zacarias headed to a remote area of ​​the city made up mostly of abandoned factories and scrap metal dumps. The sun was almost setting so the yellowish rays danced over Falcon's tousled hair. He bit between his teeth a strong peppermint candy that his friend had given him, claiming that it would help him contain his anxiety, but he was doing little work. They had be

He kisses his grandson before sitting down to join the others. “Yara and I are going tonight. We want to be there in the morning to wish Yorick a happy birthday,” Warren says. Yorick is turning eighteen. I’m not sure what his plans are. He’s the second son and since Connor already has a Beta, there’s no real place for him in the pack. Kennedy says Connor’s trying to convince him to stay and help him run the pack, but she doesn’t think he’s going to. “How are the Double K triple threats?” Wade asks, looking at Kaylee and Kendra.

As the buzz-cut man shifted his coat, the matte flank of a compact SMG flashed. “YK8,” Jake murmured. “Top-of-the-line. Lightweight. Fast. These guys are hunting something.” The bathroom door banged. A skinny man in office blues stumbled out—face pale, eyes wrong, body wired tight. The bald operator stood in one fluid motion. “EVERYONE DOWN!” he roared, swinging the YK8 up. The skinny man twitched, throat rumbling into something inhuman. Jake shoved Kim and Jane under the table. “Down—now!”

he said to Dante. "But then, since you all want a solution, here is one for you, Sophia should be removed as Beta," he said, catching everyone's attention. "What, I know it's in all your mind but you don't know how to say it so I help you," he defended. "What's your name," I asked. "Jackson," he replied. "So Jackson, tell us why in a time like this, we should remove our capable beta," I questioned, trying to compose myself.

Well, this sounded like a good plan. Yik was the strongest protector of Wolfort City back in the Oceanus Galaxy. His companion, Yak, was the second strongest. They were the leaders of the group, guiding two brothers by the name of Romeo and Julius. "I bet the RoJu bros have been lusting after her for a while now, too. She's been seducing us for a month now," Yak pointed out. Yik smiled. "Well, then, please take care of them." "Sure thing, Yik."