Brave Mor'du Human Novels & Stories

I scanned the place. I am sure. This is the place where I dropped off Magda last time. I can't be wrong. I spoke in the back of my mind. I wonder why Bel is the one who was here. Just in case Bel and Magda are the same people—No! No! It's impossible. I protested. If you take a look, Bel has a sun-kissed skin tone while Magda is fair. Bel has shoulder-length hair while Magda is long. The woman who's with me now is tall, while Magda just has an average height.

I turned to speak to the old woman as her hunched form followed me out of the door, “or my kind for that matter. But thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Without your information I would still be completely clueless.” The old woman said nothing. Her cloudy eyes staring into me like she could read through me without a word spoken. The reality was, that was exactly what she was doing. But it was an unnerving experience all the same. Perhaps the druid was simply assessing me to find some hidden agenda in my words. But yet her eyes never faltered as they continued to probe my soul. “I like you, wolf.” Morag said eventually. Her voice remaining stoic as she spoke, revealing nothing behind the

Burhan whispered to Aryadi's wolf form. Aryadi growled and muttered his answer using his mind. “That's what makes Hugo called the Cursed, Burhan. He obtained the form of an immortal being fraudulently and in an unusual manner, which was extremely improper. Then the form he could be even more terrifying than it should be. Burhan's head chuckled. “Before that … who was he in the first place?” Aryadi growled again. “Human. He's just an ordinary human … with a mind as mad as a real devil.”

But when he has gotten what he wants then this fake Kate would be a history. John released his clenched fist. Taking a cigarette out he lit it up and walked away, under the watchful eyes of zero and Kate who seem to be in thought, no one knows what she was planning against John. AN: The Morvane in this story is a beast that feeds on demons, wolves, vampire and human beings. So over the years, the demons and wolves and also the vampire with some humans (which will be revealed later in the story) have fought the Morvane together, but are unable to achieve complete victory as they haven't been able to wipe them off from the face of the world.

Beside him stood two strong warriors, their polished armor a direct insult to the rags and mud below. "Look at them," Morde drawled, his voice carrying easily through the cavern's acoustics. He took a slow, leisurely sip of his wine. "Pitiful. And to think, that Northern woman stood in the High Hall and demanded we give these animals meat. She actually thought a few words from a female Alpha would change the order of things here."

she demanded, and Mina looked on in horror as her daughter squared off with the most terrifying being Mina had ever seen on the battlefield. Murdok cocked his head to the side and cracked an amused smirk, “No… she hurt herself by coming here… no little witch she is not human, and she is MINE!” Murdok bellowed the last word as Max poked his head down from the top of the stairwell, “all clear… come on up.”

I quietly whimpered as I stumbled onto the ground. "This is Merlina?" The man asked as he grabbed my arm to pull me up "Yeah" jack said as me made eyecontact with me. "Damn she looks way more attractive than the picture." He said as he looked my body up and down, making me cringe in disgust. "Liam shut up we need to take her to Rob." Jack said as he lightly hit him across the head. (Liam hemsworth) My hands started uncontrollably shaking as the mention of my father came came up.

I’m coming! Before he could reach her, Morvand grinned at her, still in his human form as his sickly face creased into a sadistic smirk. He reached down for her throat, brushing his gnarled fingers over the soft skin there. “Apollo has a soft spot for you,” he snarled, just loud enough that she could hear him over the din of the fight. “Not that he would ever admit it. I would have killed you on the spot.” He dug his fingers into her neck, his nails piercing through her fur and skin. She gasped for breath, her lungs straining for air that would not come. He pressed down harder, harder, making her eyes roll back until she saw stars that were not there. She lifted a trembling paw, aiming for h

"This is Morris, or as he was known in Europe, The Moor." The change in the room was instantaneous and the energy spiked several levels higher. Everyone knew the legend of this vampire, though most thought him dead. Brandt controlled his insane need to kill as he waited for Amy, Marcus, and Vorlyk to attack. Even The Moor didn't stand a chance against three vampires. Ivan's voice blared. "I have assured him safe passage. You will listen to him or fight me also."

Morana cried, her voice echoing with newfound authority. The light around her intensified, a dazzling display of colors dancing in the air. I could feel the energy pulsing, a tangible force that resonated with the earth itself. As Morana opened her eyes, they glowed with a fierce light. “I’m ready,” she said, her voice steady and strong. With Morana empowered, we rushed back to the heart of the battle where the remnants of our enemies still lurked. I could see the chaos unfolding, the last desperate fight against the hunters and rogues who had sought to destroy us.