Brave Mor'du Novels & Stories

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.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

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.

He grunted and grabbed my hand firmly, which was holding a knife, and removed the knife all at once. He swallowed painfully, and Adam's apple bobbed, and closed his eyes. His body was shaking. After a moment, "I'll kill you, bitch!" He hissed and snapped open his eyes, furious. I shivered. He brought the bloody knife between the valley of my breasts and tore away my bra, and exposed me. I gasped when he streaked his blood over my breasts on nipples through the knife. He leaned forward and caught my breast in his mouth, sucking my nipple harder. His breathing turned to labor, as unbearable pain passed through his body. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he fought to keep himself on his feet a

My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked. Leo moves like a pure viking berserker. Heavy, hard, all brutal strength and zero finesse. Every punch he throws is loud enough to shake bark loose from the trees. His back is carved from granite and another wicked scar slashes over one shoulder that makes me want to ask how he got it and kiss it at the same time. His thick, messy braid swings when he moves. His sweatpants hang dangerously low, flashing the promise of a V-line that could lead nations.

My wolf growls at me, "the moon goddess, our creature, our mother, she has blessed us." A light knock on the door and it opens, "Charlie, my love, are you alright?" I turn from the mirror to see a groggy Braddock, "why are you up so early, the sun isn't even up yet," he wipes his eyes with two fingers and looks at me.