Brave Mor'du Human Novels & Stories

Seeing still more flooding over the bridge and around the house, Mardichi winced. The barbarian’s shoulders slumped. Not good. The barbarian threw back his head to roar. “Bast!” What? The answer came in Mardichi’s mind. “More!” Mardichi ordered. I’m coming. Bast assured, huffing. “Faster!” He heard Bast grunting in his mind. “And bring yer blades.” I have them. Mardichi returned to crushing the animals with his behemoth fists, as he walked through them. One latched onto his forearm, and he grabbed its throat. Crushing its windpipe in a viselike grip before tossing it like rubbish.

Raja mentioned them and their powers during the meeting: Cutler was Maahes’s Brave, an Egyptian god of war, protection, and weather. He was another war brave and also Aurelius’s second-in-command. Alvarez was Ah Puch’s Brave, a Mayan god of death and decay. Death braves were one of the most dangerous and rarest types of the elite. “One touch, and you will be recalled,” Raja stated. Cao Xu was a dragon brave, another rare and dangerous type of elite. Dragon braves could turn into eastern dragons, gods of their own right, unlike their European counterparts, which were nothing more than fire-breathing lizard monsters.

As soon as the sound of the departing car stopped, Conrod sat down across from Dook. - I saw a dream, my reflection and the beast, they fought among themselves, I controlled both, and then everything abruptly stopped. I saw a vision in which your brethren were captives. Someone forced them to fight each other and they didn't really like it. Looking at them, I was able to find out who they were. One vampire is named Lasters, and the second is named Baruz, and he's a werewolf. I just saw it looking at them. How I see the people who are next to me. Conrod says. - Oh, this is good news, Baruz is our combat commander, he is extremely important to us. Dook says as he sits back in his chair.

If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rather than calmly asking, “Who are you?” "I'm from the Quilue tribe." Wolfgang kept his promise. When she told him her true identity, he would also reveal his true identity. "Immortals human?" "Right" Selina nodded. She knew from Quilue. They are human but can regenerate and become immortal. The Quilue are people standing between humans and wolves. They must protect and keep the peace between the two species. “What did you come here for?” Selina was silent, then said, “Learn about people.”

Luther said and she was a little bit shocked " A human?? Why??" " Too much questions " Amdis said " She's his mate,," Brad said and Lenora gasped " Mate? Human?? How did that happen?? " " You should be happy I found her,," Luther said " I am,,but,,human. Fine,," Lenora said and walked out " She's becoming something else these days,,she hate the smell and sight of humans but am sure she will get used to it " Amdis said

The vampire leader hissed, his eyes getting redder as he grew more frustrated. "That's what I thought until I saw her in her bra and panties," Alexander said carelessly. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Why are you telling that to your father?! Valedria gave up, throwing his arms up in defeat. He stood up and walked out of the tent, his terrifying aura leaving with him. I sighed in relief and started stripping off my clothes, flinching when I heard him screaming orders to someone he called a "mutt". I can only assume that it's a werewolf.

I stepped back slowly. He stepped forward. A name surfaced from old whispers. Mordren. A rogue who had once belonged to the Iron Vale pack before slaughtering two of his own in a frenzy and vanishing beyond the borders. I had never believed the stories. Until now. “Mordren,” I breathed. The sound of his name only seemed to excite him. His muscles coiled. I turned and ran. Branches tore at my clothes as I sprinted. My lungs burned almost instantly. I was fast, but not fast enough.

He raised his head, pointed in two sides, covered in fur, a pair of eyes glowing in red, ablaze, hatred is written all over his face. While lifting his fists, his claws sharply grew-He is not just a kid but a humanoid beast, while the distortion covers his mouth- it made him able to speak non-gibberish words. He hauled his furry hands, trenchant claws in front of them. ‘’Hold it! We will not hurt you. I know you have deep hatred for humans but I am not a human, I Imimu-Zaru is a minim.’’

Being forced to move along with him for five days as he rode, I got to know a bit about the other seven that rode alongside him ahead of the army. Brontés was the closest male to Zephyros. Ever calm and collected. He hardly said a word but his obsidian eyes were ever observant and inspecting. Whenever Zephyros was absent, he commanded in his stead. Morpheus was the exact opposite of Brontés. Character-wise, for in physical looks, I couldn't even take a pick on who was more handsome. Where Brontés had jet black hair, Morpheus had dark burgundy. His aquamarine blue eyes were so striking and even from a distance, you could tell its color. He was charming but overly jovial and annoying. He revel

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.