Brave Mor'du Human Novels & Stories

a rasped, melodic voice vibrated from the dark center of the room. Sitting over a bubbling stone brazier filled with black oil was Morana. She didn't look like a standard mortal woman; her skin was pale, with translucent wrinkles that showed dark, greasy shadow lines pulsing beneath her cheeks. Her eyes were solid, milky-white pits devoid of pupils, and in her skeletal right hand, she clutched a long, jagged bone-needle that was actively dripping with a crimson fluid.

a man with a flat nose said. "Is the Rumours true?" The son of the great sage asked in his thunderous voice. As usual, there was no reply. There were a lot of werewolves in this pack, but one caught Maria's attention. He was an inch or two taller than her, he was the largest of the party, a stocky brute with a thick neck and large hands. His lower lip looked to have been split about the same time his nose was broken. "You don't have anything to say?" The alpha lord said in an aggressive, even vicious.

"That's enough Lilith, you haven't changed even after death, still the bloodthirsty bitch who craves pain, death and destruction," "That voice," The beast exclaimed while it slowly turned it's head towards the figure, he was here, the man she loved and hated the most, her light and dark, beginning and end. "Morbius." It was as though her emotions were conveyed by the sky as it thundered violently with the transparent color of rain morphing into blood red. There was a worldwide rain of blood with it's source In St Donavan.

The werewolves fought with their muscular power while the human beings fought with silver. The war that followed led to so much destruction and bloodshed that it was heart-rending, blood flowed like rivers and carcasses of dead bodies littered the ground. Within a day the human and the werewolf population was halved. That night Moon Goddess appeared at the sunset and cursed us.…" “What the hell are you doing here? How dare you enter Grandfather’s cavern!” Sandilo’s voice boomed in the cave as he stormed inside. Vivian turned reflexively to find Sandilo standing near the entrance. Her eyes raked over his body. He seemed leaner than the last time. His eyes were sunken in and dark shadows loome

“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.

Freya and Alana’s mouths dropped to the ground. “I will never get over the sight of how big Mordeu is,” Fjall said in reverence. Ten times the size of an average werewolf, Mordeu advanced with mercilessness. As he passed by some humans, his claws were sure to inflict wounds that no doctors could heal. Killing and destroying the weapons as he went—no mercy, but utmost brutality and wickedness—as he made his way, destroying them all. From behind him, Cillian fell to his feet, groaning in pain, his insides feeling like they were turning into something else, taking a different form.

"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."

Though frail in body, Thora’s stance was unshaken, her resolve unwavering. With a lazy flick of her wrist, Heratte ordered the monstrous beasts to retreat. Their snarls faded into the night as she shrugged, looking at Thora with feigned boredom. “And tell me, old woman—who exactly is going to stop me? You?” Her lips curled. “Or these humans?” She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her voice dropping to a silken whisper. “Remember, if you hurt me, you’re hurting your own granddaughter.”

He was awed by his brave and beautiful mate. Brand's eyes narrowed and his teeth drew back over his canines in a snarl as he watched his brother with the human woman. He couldn't believe after all these centuries, when he was so close to Brodi losing his battle over the Berserker, he found his mate. And she was a human! All his plans to take over as Alpha were ruined now. Listening to their sounds of pleasure made Brand want to howl in agony and rip out his brother's throat. The thought of even more centuries under Brodi's thumb made his blood boil like lava in his veins. When the woman cried out Brodi's name in ecstasy, he could take no more. He turned and resumed his patrol. Something had

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.“