Brave Mor'du Human Novels & Stories

I know they are observing me like I'm their prey which makes my heart strikes faster. As if Eren understands my fright, his hand slides down my arm and takes my hand in his. I then feel how sweaty is his hand. He is scared too, but he is still trying to comfort and protect me. I need to be courageous too. I can't make him feel more down. "E-Ethan." Eren finally pronounces, meeting the eyes of the taller man with curly dirty dark hair. His eyes then move to the other bald one. "Evan." "And Elias." He says lastly to the man with a lizard haircut.

and cropped short and he had the similar facial features of Draven only his eyes was a chocolate brown and his expression menacing "well hey their princess, they didn't lie when they said you was an incredible beauty." He said lustfully "Now I see why my brother is having so much trouble with this situation…" he was then cut off by Draven slapping him on the back of the head as if he didn't want the man to continue his sentence "I'm sorry for him" Draven said to me while handing me a plate full of fish and wild berries "This is my younger brother, Mordrid. He has no filter but I assure you that you are safe here and I will not let anyone bother you" I could see the man named Mordrid give Dr

But, within the High Human ancient records, Most of the giant race, they were in contrary to their savage looks, their personality is very gentle and friendly. Seeing Cyclops is already considered rare, now with the hybrid race that posses a small height resembles humans that is very very rare indeed. Imagine being a normal human but still posses the strength of a giants. By the way that he talks and act, surely he was the Warlord Mountain bandit, the renown leader of this bandit band. Standing in the crater of his own landing, wearing a fur of chimera monster to cover small part of his upper torso, and wearing only a fur skirt to cover his lower body, holding 2 war clubs in each hand. Surel

He bowed in the direction where Morrigan went before walking towards the opposite direction of the princess, towards the slums of the kingdom. Morrigan hissed when Lydia pressed on her wounds from the whip, forcing the blood out of the wound and cleaning it. "It hurts!" Morrigan exclaimed. "Then why did you help that slave?" Lydia asked her, Morrigan looked out of the window from the inn they were staying in. The memory of the young man crouched on the ground with countless lashes of a whip on his skin that slowly tore it off from his flesh came back to her mind. Those glaring eyes resembled the eyes of a tiger with the determination to fight and live. "If I didn't save him, he will die," Mo

Her right breast is gone; she was chained and she is crying in pain. “Give me that!” She screamed but the scary beast appeared again from above. This time he has big, black wings that are shaped like bat wings and he is holding a metal stick that is bigger than the normal human arm. “No please… no!” Begged by the naked woman who is trying to grab my blanket.

“When Alice had all her lies about you falling into place, when you were fed up with the way people treated you and were ready to have someone on your side. I had to make sure you would believe me before I told you.” “You’re serious.” I study his face, but it’s unreadable. “Right.” I shake my head. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.” “I’m not making a joke.” He turns to me, and the moonlight is bright enough to see his eyes. There’s no laughter in them. No humor, no playfulness. They’re red. My breath stops short. "Oh my God," I breathe. "You know that you're not human. Humans don't have the kind of strength you do. And now you know that I'm not human either."

I've come to terms with this being a dream of some sorts, so I'm just going to enjoy it. I watch as the wolves turn into humans and gasp, their all over the top gorgeous in human form too. I snicker inwardly, only my mind would I think that a wolf could become a human and be extordinarily gorgeous. I look at Braddock and demand he shift, yup I'm over confident in my new crazy state of mind. He complies and he's even more gorgeous as a wolf, he's huge, his fur is soft and midnight black, his peircing blue eyes have a gold circle around them and it's stunning. He bows his head to me so I can feel his fur, I feel a twinge of pain in my stomach, no please not yet, I don't want to leave my d

In person, he was even more roguishly handsome and terrifying all at once, with a chiseled jaw coated in stubble and a head of jet black hair pulled back into a bun to reveal shaved sides. This was Neil. The prince of the Lycans. The barbaric military nation that hated us Werewolves. “Stop! I’m not an intruder!” I cried out. “Does it even look like I’m an intruder?” His black hair moving in the breeze. Cold blue eyes looked me up and down, taking in my skinny jeans and soaked crop top—so different from his shirtless torso and leather trousers. “You are one of those Werewolves from across the border. Your kind aren’t welcome here. You should know that.”

he says and laughs out loud. "No master, its not my girlfriend, it's a weird girl I encountered during my mission, she is a witch and she keeps on bothering me" he says to them and they all listen to him carefully this time. "Why does this witch girl bothers you Alfred, their mighty one who turned out not to be mighty at all is dead, why should you be bothered" Vlad asks him. "She looks different, from the rest, she looks stronger " he says. "What do you mean stronger, have you faced each other on a one on one battle, you are more fierce Alfred don't play games, I've known you for a while" Vlad says to him.

He really raised a killing human machine. A flash of memories comes back to his mind when he trains Mort at a young age as the next successor of the clan. Don Zagreus throw Mort into the lair of wolves. He thought his grandson would never come out alive, but Don Zagreus was surprised when it came out of the den carrying half the head of a rogue wolf with its tongue still hanging out and its eye sticking out. Young Mort slaughtered the wolf dearly with his bare hand. No glint of emotion can be seen in his eyes. It was dark and devoid of life. Mort tossed it in front of him and left without a word.