Brave Mor'du Human Novels & Stories

“Then tell me what I’m supposed to think about the things I found out about you.” Mavros’s expression darkened. “Sorin may not be perfect. Maybe there are things about him I don’t know.” I swallowed, fighting to keep my voice steady. “But at least he had the courage to admit that something in this kingdom is wrong.” His jaw tightened. “He told me he hates what is happening to humans. He admitted that he has tried to help where he could, but that he doesn’t have enough power to change the system.” Mavros said nothing and somehow, his silence only made me angrier.

NOLE POV "He won't catch fire no matter how hard you stare," Modok grumbles as we all stare at Tilk. The younger Bronkark is pissing me off. He doesn't recognize the fact that he has been beaten. Modok eliminated his chances of asking Krystal for her hand. He should accept that the female is out of his reach and Burk is no longer his competition, but the male keeps staring. It's as if he has a personal vendetta, which isn't in agreement with Harvest etiquette.

If any vampire is seen breaching the terms of the treaty, they are to be burnt alive. Life has never been more beautiful for the humans. For now they still stay in the werewolf nation as the new human nation is being built. Robert was named the new king of the human nation and he has ruled with wisdom and humbleness ever since. Morgana however, even after all what she has accomplished, still doesn’t know where she stands. She is not human and she is not werewolf. She is the only one of her kind and she doesn’t quite know where to go.

“Your reign of terror… ends now. You… are done.” Mordecai’s laugh, cold and devoid of humor, sliced through the tense air. “Brave words for a man on the brink of death,” he taunted, his gaze icy and piercing. “You think this is about victory?! It’s about sending a message, Caden! A message that no one, not even the gods, can oppose the great Mordecai!” Suddenly, with the swiftness of a lightning strike, an inexplicable force sweeps Mordecai across the terrain. His body careens through the air at a speed that defies the laws of nature, grating against the earth with a ferocity that rends flesh from bone.

He swallowed, however, he understood that he couldn’t just stop at Cillian, “Mordeu is a red wolf and regarding what Thaymor and The Pinnacle proposed, Mordeu is our best bet to win this war. He still has his sanity, he is strong, I cannot even begin to list his abilities. And although the Princess is of Thaymor, I’m sure they’ll understand, I’m sure they will allow her to do this.” “And what do you think they’ll ask in return?” Alvitir asked.

"Have never been in our favor. We've survived worse odds. We'll survive this." Through the bond, I felt his fear mixing with determination. The wolf was eager—finally getting to hunt the true threat. But the human was cautious, aware of how much could go wrong. I ran my hand through his hair, tugging a little at the strands just the way he liked it. Gratified to feel the full body shudder that rippled through his frame, I pressed my lips to his throat as I spoke. "The wolf will be our advantage," I said. "Mordecai knows about it but doesn't understand it. Doesn't realize how integrated you've become. He'll plan for berserker rage. Won't expect strategic application of wolf power."

His heart spasmed in his chest over her agony. "We will catch up to him and he will tell us where Brand is, min elskede." Brand said with iron. He took her mouth in a brief, savage kiss before carefully placing her back on her feet. Making sure she had her balance, he caught her ravaged gaze with his. "Come now, min modige hun ulv (my brave she wolf). We have to go to the Yggdrasil and do what we must to get answers from this Mögurhlutr (worthless man)."

Despite her age, her blue eyes seem to twinkle with life. “Please forgive me, Morgan,” Mr. Cruz says quickly. “You are, of course, no ordinary human. I would never speak of you in such a way.” He dips his head in a clear sign of respect. My eyes move back and forth between the two of them with clear confusion. Aiden leans down to whisper in my ear. “That’s Morgan Laveau,” he says quietly. “She’s a family friend of ours. The Laveau family are humans, but they are considered different by most werewolf families.“

He had all confidence in his ability above all else. "Why don't you draw your blade human?" Queen Mordek said with scorn. Sebastian bares his teeth wide in a smile and says, "I don't need a sword to skin chickens, chicken." Mordek flaps her wings with power and bares her sharp teeth in a wry smile. "Your foolishness is amusing human, what this queen craves more is human flesh. Your organs and genitals, all packed with the right nutrition this queen needs. The younger the better."

“Forgotten?” “Understand, Sir Andric, that our society had been split. Nearly half of my kin deserted to follow the mad Sorcerer Kotchel, only to return with an army of Moran’kaar, and most of those who had deserted twisted and deformed into Moran’kaar themselves. They are creatures of war, Knight. They can serve no other purpose.” Kayse took a swig from the water skin. “I was present during Dhume’s fight with Kotchel. He taunted our leader, saying that his ‘soldiers’, the new Moran’kaar, were the key to defeating the Grenyaar and taking the northern lands. He then told Dhume that a great army was being raised to take the lands from the humans and any of their allies. That many of the unnatu