Brave Mor'du Novels & Stories

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

"That's enough Lilith, you haven't changed even after death, still the bloodthirsty bitch who craves pain, death and destruction," "That voice," The beast exclaimed while it slowly turned it's head towards the figure, he was here, the man she loved and hated the most, her light and dark, beginning and end. "Morbius." It was as though her emotions were conveyed by the sky as it thundered violently with the transparent color of rain morphing into blood red. There was a worldwide rain of blood with it's source In St Donavan.

the crowd roared again, throwing stones and sticks into the arena. “Oy! I think you are missing something!” One warrior held up Duke Mortus’ appendage. He waved it about, smacking it on a nearby rock.” Mortus growled, his fangs lengthening while he hissed at the men to stop. “Odessa! Save me! Please!” Looking away, not able to hold those pleading cries that called me, Creed’s fangs lengthened, growling at the villain.

jugular, here i come! MOROLAKE ATTACKED THE SEA Morolake led a great legions of men, and beasts into the sea, she had cast spell that made water to be friendly with men, and for hours chariots Galloped and them they came to a big beautiful place, and something surprising happened, everything in the water bowed down and worshiped her, she floated and laughed, that finally, even the sea worshiped her, one who was referred to as weakling when she was young. She wondered how great she had become.

“Hahaha! Don’t worry, Yermolai. By banding together, he stands no chance against us.” The one who said this was a brute. Two meters in height, he had a muscular build. He was naked from the waist up, like a wild gorilla. He was Quasimodo London, a man who possessed tremendous strength and was ranked seven on the Soaring Dragon Ranking. His master was also a Macrocosm Ancestral God.

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."

Morozko reached into his pocket and withdrew a cigarette. He spat sparks onto its end and took a contemplative drag. The moon cut a sliver in the star-pricked sky. Morozko watched as silver vila militias flew on high, heralding a storm. “Great, it is going to blizzard,” Morozko said, coming to a rickety bridge. He peered at his reflection in the moonlight and cast his cigarette into the water. His image rippled: white hair braided back, youthful faced, with a proud point to his ears like all nechist.

His hind legs resting against her hips and fore legs by her shoulder, Aero was shocked to see blood now on the snow around her naked body. "You wanted to reject me?" Brandon asked. Morana nodded without hesitation, "Can I get an explanation?" he asked. She only shook her head, "Then you can’t reject me, I won’t allow it. Get up, you're coming home with me." Morana glared at him and he stood up. She lifted her body and growled towards Brandon, her wolf's golden eyes appearing to stare at him.

To sigh. " Finish her." With this being said, he turns around to leave when I scream from behind. Clenching my fists. " W...ho...a..re you!" The man's back stiffens and that's when he runs his fingers through his hair. To let the hood drop. “ Cerberus… they call me Cerberus . The barrier between life and death. And also the loyal servant of her, my Queen. Heratte…” “ The Goddess of Darkness.”