Brave Mor'du Human Novels & Stories

One of you keep hold of her, I haven't finished having fun with her yet’ Malone licked his lips greedily and hissed at the other two Agents who were with him, ‘’These mutts won’t hurt us while we have her as a shield’ He reached down and hauled her to her feet swinging her against his body deliberately and letting his hands roam where they wanted cupping her breasts and squeezing them hard, 'I'm going to have so much fun with you back at Headquarters Bratva Bitch.' His hand slid into her jeans and he pushed a finger inside her she struggled but the Agent holding her just tightened his grip staring strai

the words came out in a terrifying voice and Carl was trembling so badly. “I don’t-know--- what you are talking about mister…, I think you might have gotten the wrong house” Carl struggles to say these words as he keeps on moving on the floor. “I can see it in your eyes human, you are wasting my time, tell me where she is or I will reap off your neck” Aiden says and his hands quickly changes and has tis big scary wolf claws, Carl has never seen such a thing in his life and he knew he was not dealing with a human at all, this was beyond what he thought and at this moment he even forgets he had a knife on 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.

Matt said. The man went pale before he stood and grabbed his bag. He hurried out of the room, closing the door behind him. Who was Mordecai? Was that the alpha over some pack under Warhammer? “He’s the alpha of Midnight,” Matt said, evenly, folding the contract in half. He must have noticed the curiosity on my face. “He’s also connected to a lot of the lenders that he owes. It’s a terrible deal for him since it’ll enslave him to the pack for the rest of his life, but it’s better than being sold to his Fireash and Luftmensch lenders.”

I don’t find the Alpha though, he is MIA, he is pathetic. I finally find him, and weirdly, he just surrenders. I have never seen such a coward person before in my life. I torch his whole pack under his eyes, all those who don’t cooperate with me, I execute them immediately. In the end, I am left with approximately a hundred men and a large number of women. King Morris doesn’t compromise. It takes us two days to finally get to Bravefur Prowlers Kingdom. I am glad the woman we rescued is still hanging in there, she is quite I fighter and I like it.

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.”

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.”