Novel & Cerita Yuri Jahad

I instinctively reached for her hand, gripping it tight. Jared’s sharp eyes flickered to where we touched, darkening with something possessive, something territorial. Rich of him to give me that fucking look. "Long time no see, Bee," he murmured. Yuri stiffened. "You… you’re a Hybrid Alpha?" Jared smirked. "Yeah. Do you see anyone else here dressed to impress?" He gestured toward the uniformed soldiers behind him. "Yuri." I took a step forward. "Stay where you are. No stepping closer to my woman."

' "Ah..." Finally, Albert was the first to react. He looked dubiously at Yuri. "Honorable Goddess of Light, you must be joking. You killed Crescent Moon Principality Army's commander-in-chief, Eric, with just a single strike, and many people saw it. Who else can be so powerful?" Yuri's lovely face was solemn. "I'm not the Goddess of Light! My real name is Yuri, and my cultivation strength is completely different from the saint energy. Therefore, it may seem a little weird to all of you."

"Adrian could've used headquarters' weapons and instantly killed Bashir, yet he chose to risk his life in battle to show me how and why I should fight. I've burned all of his lessons inside my mind. “I am Jerome Yahn, War Legate Dominus!"

Good, they know better than to show any sign of weakness. I stopped right in front of them, my eyes already assessing their physic. They were just four that stood out from thousands of fights that took place the past months. “Name and country.” The first one to step out was a tall but sturdy man that looked to be in his late twenties. His blonde hair was shaved to a buzz cut and had several tattoos that littered his skin. “Yuri, Russia.” The next man stepped out and he seemed to be a teenager at most nnineteen to twenty one years old with watchful eyes and long jet black hair that was tied in a low bun.

Yuri hated those that turned their back on who they should be loyal to. Fuck. “Their reasoning?” I asked lightly. Yuri cleared his throat. “Your wife, I believe. They were following the future of Stanislav Orlov in Sveta, and now that she doesn’t exist, they have nothing to fight for, so they choose to fight against you.” “A man can respect that,” I answered, turning my back on Yuri so he couldn’t see the fury in my eyes. I couldn’t fault them again. I had lied to them, betrayed them so that they would join my Bratva.