American Horror Moira Novels & Stories

Osiris It was clear that the she-wolves viewed me as a threat. It was worrisome that they didn’t know Tyler or Blood Moon pack. The world around me didn’t look different, and the women spoke my language, but something was still off. They had reacted as if they had never met a witch hybrid before. I shook my head; it was possible that I had opened a portal to another country where witches were still hidden. “If you don’t mind my asking, where are you taking me?” I asked. It hadn’t eluded me that the wolf leading me had ordered the other to stay at a distance. Better to step in if I were to attack.

The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice. I heard a slight movement, I grew scared, I thought this place was unnoticeable, the movement was getting closer....what could be moving at this time of the night, no scrap that, this time of the day. It got closer, oh god please save me.... "Are you awake"I heard Miss Lauretta's voice, I heaved a sigh of relief. "Yes Miss Lauretta"I spoke back in a rush "You are an early riser...."she paused for a while before she spoke"Natasha..".

Much harder than I hope too. “I can smell your fear,” he says. “It’s understandable, but don’t let it control you. This is just like every other full moon, only more painful.” “I know,” I nod. He and Bo have told me that a million times. But still, I can’t help the terror that is flooding through me. More pain, more strength but less control and stronger urges to kill everything and everyone in my path besides other wolves. Oh yeah, this is gonna be a breeze.

He trained to command troops like a warlord, and then he had to become a leader for the people. "Believe in yourself; at the very least, you are not a slave. And I appreciate it when you take me to a healer. I believed my life was nearly over," Lora stated. She didn't care anymore; her clothes were dirty, and even if there was a man behind her, Harvey wouldn't be interested in an anorexic woman like herself. The presence of wolves passing the right and left corners of the road is not unusual, especially in a full moon pack; practically all werewolves are accompanied by wolves. The countryside is dark, and Lora frequently seeks light to alleviate her fear of death.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Moira pleaded. She cried and wailed as she clawed at the body bag. However, right now, Zane was like a devil from hell, demanding her soul. He tormented Moira for an entire night, pushing her mind and body to the brink of collapse. He finally stopped when the first light of dawn shone into the morgue. Looking at the nearly lifeless Moira, Zane coldly said, "This is what you deserve. You killed Raina, so you have to pay the price."

"How long?" Her voice was rough from disuse. Flat. Empty. "Fourteen days." "Soren?" The word was a knife. "Still gone. We don't know—" "Where's the vampire?" She moved to stand. Her legs buckled immediately. I caught her before she hit the floor. She tried to push away but didn't have the strength. "Don't—" "You've been unconscious for two weeks," Moira said firmly. "Your muscles have atrophied. You're severely dehydrated despite the IV. You need at least three days of—"

The alliance forged in the crucible of necessity held the promise of a formidable defense against the looming threat, and the supernatural forces braced themselves for the impending battle on the moonlit horizon. The atmosphere in Alpha Jake's office was charged with a sense of urgency as he, alongside Luna Mara, Beta Jason, and the witch leader Morgana, gathered to discuss the imminent threat posed by the vampires. The room, adorned with symbols of werewolf heritage and traces of mystical energy from the witches, became a strategic enclave for planning their defense.

We’ve been told to collect you, your Queenliness and to deliver you to safety. Kalik? I open my mind to the wolf and he growls, the sensation of his power growing beneath my skin as Moira swings down from her horse behind us. Handing over her reins to a pair of bandits that have approached. Her hands raised as she watched them, her expression bored. I’m ready, he responds and I hear Moira's agreement in my mind. Her wolf Elune is larger than most female wolves, and I can’t sense anyone with Otherworld blood in the collection of thieves and mercenaries that surround us.

And in the center of it all, two people faced each other like opposing storms. A man, he was tall, broad-shouldered, with the same golden eyes every Veyrath seemed to have. The first heir. And a woman who could only be Moira. She was beautiful in a terrifying way wild dark hair, eyes that burned with power, wearing robes covered in symbols that writhed and moved. Her hands crackled with dark energy. “You killed her,” Moira’s voice was raw with grief. “My daughter. My child. She did nothing to you, and you slaughtered her like an animal!”