Wicked Souls Mc Novels & Stories

“So you mean… you aren’t human? Then you’re a robot? What about the Soulwaker? What is it?” “Yes, I am not a human. I am a cyborg-robot. My body is made everything with steel but I am wholly covered with a synthetic skin. A Soulwaker is a cyborg-robot living organism with a different human soul. Your mother explained how she spent her life just to completely and successfully program a Soulwaker; and this time, it’s almost complete but it wasn’t perfect yet and might have some complications. Cyborgs have their own souls, but once a trigger happens, the souls will be switched from one parallel universe to another. They’d be completely living with different bodies as soon as the completion happ

"To resurrect one who has fallen to mortal wounds but whose essence remains, three offerings must be made. The Mighty Alpha Soul. The Maiden Soul. And the Ancient Wolf Soul." Gray leaned over my shoulder. "Three souls." I kept reading. "The Mighty Alpha Soul must come from a living Alpha of great power. The Maiden Soul must come from one touched by the divine. The Ancient Wolf Soul must come from a wolf who has lived beyond natural years." "They need to kill three specific types of wolves," Gray said. "Yes," I said. My voice was hollow. "And use their souls to resurrect Malachar." I turned the page. There was more.

~nick~ The clubhouse was buzzing with activity as I worked the phones, calling in every favor this club had ever earned. The first call went to the Midnight Wolf MC. Hector answered on the second ring. “I need eyes everywhere,” I told him. “One of ours has been taken.” “You have my word,” Hector replied without hesitation. “We’ll see what we can find.” “Thanks.” The next call was to the Vortex Raiders. Before I could even finish explaining the situation, their president cut me off.

“And why does she think you're dead?” “It's a long story, sheriff,” Molly said. “But all you should know is that Jericho isn't the only problem we have to deal with. There's a group called the shadow clan, and they want Ashley.” I paced the room, still confused. “Shadow clan?” I asked. “Where are they? And what do they want with Ashley?” “I think you should have a seat,” Molly said. “I might be a lot to take in.” She told me she was a werewolf and could create illusions. Then she elaborated on the shadow clan and mentioned that Abby believed she was dead.

He laughed and moved away when he heard Mars' sulky voice, and before she asked why he was laughing, she furrowed her eyebrows as she suddenly felt his anger. " Alpha Zen," Marcus uttered to put all his focus on him " Just like you said, we found a big underground warehouse that we can't touch the door because black magic has been practiced on it and it might kill us while we can hear voices from below. What do we do now?" Is there anything dearer than the soul?? Yes..you! I chose you to adore you and love you more than my soul and myself "my alpha" 'I'm not the most powerful person a god has ever created... but I'm strong enough to make you shiver at the mention of my name'

Ivy continued, her voice tightening, “that a seventy-year-old man walked into a vineyard and murdered his own son?” Marcus tilted his head. “Victor Blackwood isn’t exactly a fragile grandfather.” That part was true. Victor had built Blackwood Global from nothing. People in the industry used words like ruthless and untouchable when they spoke about him. Still— Murdering Julian? Sebastian finally turned away from the screen. “That footage could be edited.” Marcus nodded calmly. “It could.” “And if it is,” Sebastian said, “you’re a dead man for showing it to me.” Marcus didn’t look intimidated.

Katara asks with a cold tune of her voice. "We can't offer anything aside from the location of the Dragon egg, if you want we can seal the deal with our blood." She heard the other wolves gasp, they howled as if they were against the white wolf words. "What is that?" She asked. "It's our thousand year tradition, if we seal a deal using blood it would be lifetime. As long as I am breathing you will have my service, and promise will never betray you and vice versa." Katara get confused, what? They're just making a deal, it doesn't need to be that far. But it's also her advantage, she can't decline it. When their eyes met earlier she knew what this wolf was up to.

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

She yells. " Oh shut the fuck up. She was a member of my pack. Listen to this carefully Marica , you can fuck with whoever you want but keep innocent pack members out of it." I growl as she scoffs. " You may be the alpha Azriel but I'm also an important member of this family." she says glaring at me. " Yes Marica , you play a very important role here being my brother's whore. With so many males here they all need a bed warmer to satisfy them ." I smirk as rage fills in her eyes.

I squinted into the darkness, expecting someone to be there but found no one. I frowned, "Why are you so frightened?" In the moonlight, I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. Wiping it away with his arm, he whispered weakly, "It is the dungeon of Supernatural Council; the place where the most deadly and ruthless lycan or werewolf criminals reside. The most cunning and the wicked ones who tend to linger in the darkness and attack when you least expect it.