Brave Mor'du Human Novels & Stories

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.

The Kobold in the middle, who seems to be their leader, raised his hand, hinting that putting it down would mean that those arrows would rain down on us. "Greetings, humans… I'm Mordok, chief of the Jackal Army Troops. I command you to display yourselves to His Eminence and yield your utmost piety. In doing so, he promised to spare your lives. Be grateful as His Eminence has granted eternal salvation for your meaningless lives…." "It's a sweet deal, but I have a better idea, why don't you move out of the way and we might decide to spare your lives instead…" Hadeon scoffed.

He looked down at himself, or at least, his consciousness, and saw hands and feet, but they were translucent, like a ghost. And then, he saw them. In a clearing in the middle of the forest, a group of humans clad in leather and rough cloth gathered around a massive bonfire. They cheered and sang in a language he didn’t understand. But one figure caught his attention. He was taller than the others, muscular, with curly black hair cascading to his shoulders. He wore a necklace of animal claws and teeth. As he danced near the fire, his movements possessed an agility and power that left Siron stunned. The face… that face was Morat’s. But not the Morat he knew. This was a Morat who was alive, bre

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

The yellow mud slurry was like a wall, crashing down and blanketing everything in its path. Tyler used all the strength in his body to fling me out. By the time I could lift my head, I saw Tyler standing on the exact spot where I had been just now. The mud slurry had already submerged his calves. "Tyler!" He glanced back at me. Through that one brief glance, I saw something in it that I had never seen before. He flashed a smile at me. "Cleo, have I managed to teach you to be brave for once?" My eyes stung.

It was the sinister grin of a mad scientist. "It seems to me that you don't want to stop on dealing with it, am I right?" Morbius shook his head and asked her directly. Natasha grinned even more like Christmas suddenly came to her earlier than expected. "Can I?" Natasha sounded like a pleading kid. "Just have strong life essence then we're nothing to worry about it. From what I could remember to their kind, they were harmless to us but to humans and animals, they were indeed a walking death god. So please, don’t cross them unless you have a strong essence to survive their feeding time." He told her and Natasha sinisterly grinned which sent a shiver down Morbius's spine all of a sudden.