Brave Mor'du Novels & Stories

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.”

Sebastien let out a long breath too. “We made—” He didn’t finish. Because the moment they stepped out of the passageway… They froze. A full line of Bratva soldiers stood waiting — guns raised, expressions cold. And at the center of them, leaning against a black SUV, cigarette between his fingers, stood Mikhail Morozov. He looked like a demon pulled straight out of hell — black suit smeared with blood, smoke curling around him, eyes burning. Vera’s mouth dropped open. Sebastien’s face drained of color.

Philip sat down on his chair and took his brush, getting ready to finish the painting of the unknown woman. He dipped his brush into the blue paint and began the magic. As he painted the nose and hair of the woman, he also remembered to paint her eye color, brown. He had seen those eyes before. They were not Clara's nor were they his mother's, those brown eyes, belonged to someone he had seen when he was a child. Someone who had assaulted him when he was still young. He could never forget those eyes.

Some omegas rush to pull her aside to make sure she is still okay. "Maddox calm down you need to be calm ,you are not yourself okay . We are going to find Bloom tomorrow,"my mum pleads still maintaining eye contact with me . "Don't tell me what to do . I'm the alpha of this pack !"I snarl. A 6 foot 8 big burly warrior who is completely bigger than me tries to hold me down from behind .Which is a big mistake ...I immediately turn and snap his neck . His body falls backwards with his head decapitated from his body .

She said. Sierra gasped in shock and she waved her hand crazily, asking Vista to hold on. “Did you say Morpheus? Like Morpheus Maximus?” Sierra questioned. “I don’t know his first name but we know him to be a powerful man from a very strong pack,” Vista explained. “Promise… King Blade” The little girl cut in and Vista shook her head dismissively. “What’s she trying to say?” Sierra asked with a quick look at the little girl.

tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j

I don’t know if he will be able to since he’s bonded with her. I spot her from a distance, dressed in black with a crimson robe, her blonde hair falling down her back in long curls, and I can see the sickly yellow glow of her eyes from where I stand. Morganna sees us approaching, and with a flick of her wrist, a familiar-looking beast appears at her side: one that looks exactly like the beast Caterina summoned on the night she took out Westcott’s vamp lair.