Arthur Morgan Full Body Novels & Stories

He started day dreaming about her in the Throne room where everyone left him. 'But shes friends with that wretched boy' Morgan thought, 'Impossible. I shall make her mine!' He closed his fist. Morgan stood up from the couch then paused remembering a small detail about the Earth Triber lady that he had noticed: she had the eyes of a Pnevma. 'Shes a host...?' Morgan thought. Morgan went outside where he found his father sparing with his ward Aries. Aquarius sat on a rock watching his twin brother train with the king.

Chapter 12 Arthur’s POV Luke looks so familiar. But where have I seen him before? I will definitely find out. His height is intimidating. Not for me though. He’s taller than I am, his frame is massive and broad, boulder-like shoulders. He wore a black suit with white shirt, black tie and black neat shoes. He looks very organized and a man with power. If he is a werewolf, I would have seen him in maybe one of the Alphas meeting.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “But I am your Luna” I replied, frowning. “I know baby, but the elders are very traditional, and we’re not official yet,” he reasoned. I sat up, turning my back to him. He pushed his hair away from his face. “Fine,” Morgan muttered, standing to dress. I followed his every movement, admiring his hard beautiful back and round butts. His body has healed nicely. The only thing visible were scars. It was like a miracle had occurred in the night.

A few seconds short… the enormous body of the beast fell to the ground, with its red juice mixing with the snow. If there was one thing Arth had learned from Chief Gregor---size and strength could never counter speed. His agile body and movements made him a talented hunter. Arth took a short glance at the awful body of the dead warrior…this had indeed triggered him. The worst one it was… almost disturbing his focus and getting killed by that beast. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, then wiped his teary eyes. No jar? He furrowed his brows, wondering where the bag of the dead warrior was.

Archer’s deep voice rumbled behind me. He led the horse by the reins, and when I stepped up, he grabbed my hips to help me mount. I didn’t fight it. I wasn’t going to make a scene again. I sat forward, clutching the old cloak tight. I watched him give the blacksmith a solemn farewell. When he vaulted up and settled behind me, I couldn’t even move before his hand clamped possessively around my waist. I was pulled tight to his body. “I’m betting all my savings on you, General, so don’t you lose,” Mr. Morgan said with a snort.

The warm, bubbling water felt like heaven but it was doing nothing to clear my mind and the amazing sex I just had. Just as I stretched in there, the bathroom door creaked open and Morgan walked in. My mouth flew open. "What are you—" I got interrupted by him pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted shoulders, broad chest, and those killer abs I’ve been dreaming about. He took off his jeans and at that moment, I gasped. "Morgan, what are you—" "Doing?" He asked. "I'm about to take a bath." Shit.

I paused, and then continued, "I know there are rumors out there about you that don't paint you in a good light, but I choose not to believe them. More and more I see proof that you're contrary to the lies that people have perpetuated. From my perspective, you have a kind heart." Arthur's mood visibly lifted. His smile grew wider as he listened to my compliments. I couldn't help but blush. It made me happy to see him smile. "You're quite intelligent, Ophelia," Arthur remarked. My heart filled with joy, and I felt warm as I grinned. It was always affirming to receive praise from him. However, soon humility washed over me, and I said, "But Mr. Morgan, I still know my place. You don't have to a

She could easily hide behind him. “Do you remember Damien?” Ada said referring to the figure emerging from the forest. The guy only wore black pants and for some reason the image of Michelangelo’s David popped into Arthur’s head looking at his torso. White, hard and muscular. Arthur decided that he wanted to look like that too.

“Morgan is a killer. Takes no prisoners, doesn’t care about steps. Doesn’t care about the other person. He will do whatever it takes and if he can avoid a fight just by outright killing them, he will. He never trained Auri because he never wanted that mentality to rub off on her. He wanted her to value strength.” Just then, Morgan stepped forward and landed three quick hits. One to the shoulder, waist and left knee, Auri went down. She was on all fours, breathing heavy into the grass. I watched as she balled up her first and slammed it into the ground, frustrated. Getting up, I opened up the back door and nodded to Morgan. He nodded back, setting his sword down on one of the chairs. “Why not

Seeing her fall the way she did the second time hurt Arthur so much he rushed with all his strength and gave Barthur a hard push, which sent him to the ground, and he used that opportunity to hit him with a dagger, cutting him into two, separating his body, sharing them into two. Mogana smiles, then closed her eyes, she was dying.