Aleksander Morozova Novels & Stories

Ruby asks looking worried. "It's just my tummy," Alexandra says calmly. Meanwhile, Ruby tears her gaze from her. Concentrating on the phone. Alexandra stands rooted at a spot for a moment, staring at Ruby, a lot of things going through her mind. She had been jumping from one lie to the other, and she couldn't move properly. That was her biggest issue now, she couldn't afford to move, because she couldn't even walk properly, and Ruby was certainly no fool, she was smart and could detect the tiniest of things easily.

Finally, after an exchanged of few words with Finrod, the woman noticed them. She bowed her head and regarded all of them. “My name is Magor.” That was all she said before she went silent again. Everybody looked at her imploringly to hear more of her but it was futile. She just stared back at them with her face expressionless. “You have to excuse her.” Finrod intervened. “Dragons naturally prefer to stay silent. A complete opposite to our fellow mermen here but you’ll get along enough.”

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"

Her lips were locked onto his, and his hands hovered around her waist, grabbing her butt cheeks. Something felt stuck in my throat as I stared at Axel kissing another woman. My chest tightened, the baby bag slipped out of my hand, and Alix’s voice snapped them out of the act. Axel was the first to turn around, but my eyes were fixed on the girl. The stupid little girl was kissing him like she owned his lips. Her face looked oddly familiar. And her name fled my lips in a whisper. “Svetlana Mohzarov.”

With the last question, everyone instantly turned to me with a curious look. I know, I should know who’s who, knowing I’m the notorious villain who ruins everyone’s lives. The Bennington Princess who’s a vile, seducing witch to married men and a snake to women. “Are you serious?” The Mayor’s daughter raised her brow. “Yeah.” I shrug and her brows instantly shot up. A couple of commentaries of how I was living under a rock for not knowing was mutually shared around the table. “Konstantin Morozov. Him.” The Mayor’s Daughter pointed and, as if time stopped, my eyes met with blood.

They were winning. Galina rushed to Anya immediately, her healing magic flowing. "Foolish girl," the old doctor muttered. "Taking hybrid claws directly. You could have died." "But I didn't," Anya replied through gritted teeth. "Where's Dr. Volkov? Did Morozova get him?" "Still inside," Alexei reported, listening to radio chatter. "Third level, barricaded in his personal lab. Morozova's team is breaching now." They waited, tense, exhausted, victorious but not yet celebrating. Then Morozova's voice over the comms: "We have him. Dr. Mikhail Volkov is in custody. Alive. Barely."

Three hundred metres away from the main school building was a long, small building situated along the edge of the forest. It was significantly smaller then the school, with frosted windows, a mixture of wood and brick walls supporting a metal roof. Through the double window doors was a heated pool, twenty five meters in length. To my surprise, swimming was a mandatory Friday activity. I learned that it was more of a celebration for the end of a school week, an escape from the frosty Alaskan air.

After waiting for a few minutes, Alfred came back with a bunch of thick albums in his hands. 'That's a lot' Amelia thought, feeling overwhelmed by the number of albums that Alfred carried. Alfred carefully placed the albums on the empty space on the table. Morana thanked him before taking an album and opening it. "Oh my! This takes back memories. This was when Damian was born. He was abnormally larger than normal babies so the delivery was harder for me" Morana explains as she shows Amelia a baby Damian that was wrapped up in a white cloth. Amelia felt quite nervous when she heard what Morana said. She started to think about what would happen when she gives birth. 'Will it hurt a lot?' she t