Brave Mor'du Novels & Stories

Mikhail likes, well, I’m not really sure how to describe his tastes, but I don’t really care for the females we share for more than a couple of sessions. Hail's females are very needy, and expect constant instruction and care to boot. Roman is as tough as they come. He is better left alone. The few occasions he does bring someone home, they are hell beasts or amazons that are more than capable of breaking us in half. All of my brothers are assholes, but he pretty well takes the cake in that department and would sooner deck someone then ever explain himself. Malachi, on the other hand, likes every one and is liked by every one and has no discernible taste other than his food having a pulse.

A voice echoed and as the dark master emerges from the mortal. He clenched his hand and Morgana fell into the portal with him. 🥗🥗🥗🥗 Abruzzi walked in with Myung armed with an XM8 rifle. "They're here boss". Abruzzi said. A portal appeared behind them and swallowed them up. "You still act like a supernatural Klaus...The only reason you're strong is because of everyone around you.. Now that they're gone, you're just a piece of cake". Nicklaus heard a whisper behind him.

Then he scratched at the stubble covering his hard jaw. On the floor between them, Thostle groaned. “The Blood Moon pack?” said Morvand, his crow-like face scrunching up so that the dorsal hump on his nose became even more pronounced. “There was a time when you were a threat to us. Now, however…” In one swift movement Atticus stepped over Thostle’s prone body and held the sword to Morvand’s bobbing throat. “I am the most powerful Alpha in Eldda,” he said, his voice deadly quiet.

"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."

"What shall I tell his majesty your name is, my lady?" Searching her bag for more supplies, Mory glanced up at Agamori. "Morana Osulf. But you can call me Mory if you like." Bowing his head slightly, Agamori motioned towards the horses. "Very good. When you are finished here, Morana Osulf, come and find me. We'll be making for home shortly." "Sure thing, Chief." Mory continued tending to wounds as Agamori walked back to the men stacking bodies.

He knocked once and received a gruff response. "Come in." Christopher opened the door and looked at his commander and friend. "Beast," the older man said. "Come in." "How'd you know it was me?" Bruce scowled. "Who the hell else would it be? Nearly seven feet tall with a bandaged face…" Christopher entered and closed the door. He was having a hard time breathing as he took in Bruce's injuries. He had a bandage similar to Christopher's covering half of his face. He was banged up pretty good; black and blue. But that wasn't the worst of it.

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

She was glad though. Luca had these steel gray eyes, almost metallic and lethal, massively built, the tallest among all, with a caveman personality. He gave out those barbarian vibes. His hair was in a manly bun. His jaw was set, she had seen him twice or thrice, and every time his jaw was clenched, as if he was mad all the time. He noticed her staring, and she abruptly looked away, he was terrifying. His eyes screamed violence. As if looking at him a little longer, and he would pummel your face to nonsense.

It was probably the safest place now as it could keep all the other witches out. Once we were back in the room, I made him sit beside me and questioned, “What is your father’s name and what does he look like?” “His name is Nivaan… You can delve into my mind for his image. I haven’t seen him but I have seen his picture.” It was surprising how comfortable he was with the world of magic even though he was a werewolf. “Are you sure?” “Hmm… a delving spell is relatively harmless. We don’t need to think too much.”