Arthur Morgan Full Body Novels & Stories

As, he entered the main hall consisting of multiple fighting rings, he saw an unusual scene in front of him. Two people were standing in the fighting ring in front of each other. One of them was shorter and leaner as compared to the other one. He was approx 5'8" and was wearing a black hoodie. The other one was one of the best fighter's from Zieve's team,Morgan. Morgan was 5'11 and had a muscular build. He was one among Zieve's best fighter's and have been a part of his team from the beginning of the club.

He explains. "Right.." I say shifting on my feet nervously. I'm about to ask him another question when my wolf suddenly starts howling inside of me and I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and my head and everywhere. 'Wolfsbane!!' Morgan exclaims from inside of me and I suddenly feel disconnected from her. I feel a sensation like she's slipping away from me but I can still faintly feel her. "Morgana?" Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore.

ME: I’m going to meet Zeus Harper; don’t you think I need back up? MORGAN: Fine! Where? ME: I'm currently sight seeing his territory. The fake funeral worked; I could enter easily. Meet me where the funeral’s supposed to happen. We texted back and got a response of an evil yes. Arthur turned around to leave, his eyes not matching mine as someone picks up the dead body lying before us. “Arthur…” he halted. “Are you---” I couldn’t make my mind if I wanted to ask it or not, because I'm not sure if I'm going the like the answer. “Never mind…” I waved my hand casually and he turned being unbothered.

“It’s probably the defense system. You know the magic is weak in all of Arth.” “Something does not feel right.” “Let’s look in the coffin,” i said, making my way up the altar. “Careful,” Morgan hissed as I pushed open the cover. It slowly budged and finally gave way. With Ace's help, we opened the coffin and peeked inside. “Damn, he’s as fresh as the day he was born.” “And a lot more good-looking than I thought.” “You are a pervert, Ace.” I touched the corpse and gasped when my hand went through. “What the hell?”

Why keep up the thin paper window of politeness? Ray ignored both the soup and the offered spoon. He took another drag on his cigarette, voice flat: “You’re not the only one who wants that role. So tell me—why you? On what grounds should I give it to you?” Morgan wasn’t flustered. She didn’t rush. Instead, she hooked a fingertip under the edge of her dress, letting the fabric slide off in one fluid motion. There was nothing else beneath. Her body—toned from years of gym routines—unfolded before him, curves sharp yet soft, a sculpted prize on display.

“Is this hurt? He asked. I think for a while, hmm it does hurt though. I nodded, “however, I have to do the blood test twice a day. How can I think about the pain?” Arthur still staring at my hand, it's fat as it is full of IV fluid. “How long it takes to get my hands back to the actual size? Look, it's very full” I furrowed my brows, expressing my displeasure at these stocky fingers. Arthur gently stroked my hand, and I was stunned. A touch he didn't normally do. I'm kind of feeling so awkward, but he still did it anyway. Is he momentarily unconscious? Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats.