Brave Mor'du Novels & Stories

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.

I didn't know what the hell was happening deep inside me, but I felt a tight cord about to snap. “Do you exactly know who you are talking to?” I snapped, stepping closer until the space between us completely vanished. “Of course I know,” he sneered, looking me up and down with slimy eyes. “Just some girl who happens to be Alpha Morano’s new bride and a bed warmer. Isn't that exactly what you are? Correct me if I’m wrong.” He turned his head, seeking approval from the other men sitting at the table, but the entire group had gone completely mute. The color had drained from their faces. They obviously knew what Morano was capable of, but this drunk fool was blindly running his mouth straight in

One of you keep hold of her, I haven't finished having fun with her yet’ Malone licked his lips greedily and hissed at the other two Agents who were with him, ‘’These mutts won’t hurt us while we have her as a shield’ He reached down and hauled her to her feet swinging her against his body deliberately and letting his hands roam where they wanted cupping her breasts and squeezing them hard, 'I'm going to have so much fun with you back at Headquarters Bratva Bitch.' His hand slid into her jeans and he pushed a finger inside her she struggled but the Agent holding her just tightened his grip staring strai

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.

He didn’t scream yet Broot flinched and looked at his feet. “ You know, that is the flaw with dwarfs. You know the word is insulting yet you use it for your kind.” Broot’s eyes widened as he looked up at Mordant. Mordant threw away the news paper on his desk and continued in a low voice, “you chose those two over mine and now you complain that they were just foolish?” “I no longer wish to restraint ‘him’. Kane Morgan is a clever demilien. Sooner or later he will figure out what we are after. Once he knows he’ll do everything to stop us”

Amir cleared his throat and gestured to the first one who had a burned scar on his face, he was the one who had a permanent scowl on his face. “The first one is Brute, he's pure strength and force. He may be the strongest one in the pack.” Amir explained. Brute didn’t react, he just stared at us with the same usual expression he had. A big part of me feels like he doesn’t want to be here.

Matt said. The man went pale before he stood and grabbed his bag. He hurried out of the room, closing the door behind him. Who was Mordecai? Was that the alpha over some pack under Warhammer? “He’s the alpha of Midnight,” Matt said, evenly, folding the contract in half. He must have noticed the curiosity on my face. “He’s also connected to a lot of the lenders that he owes. It’s a terrible deal for him since it’ll enslave him to the pack for the rest of his life, but it’s better than being sold to his Fireash and Luftmensch lenders.”

Brynn rubs the back of her neck. I offer her an encouraging smile. “I’m sure my room isn’t far from yours.” To answer, Madame Aldine begins walking again. “This way.” After shooting Brynn one more encouraging look, I follow Madame Aldine down the hallway across the landing. A tapestry stretches across a good half of the wall, its vibrant colors telling a story about a battle involving dragons, werewolves, and… I get closer. A man holds a woman in a gown in one arm, her eyes closed and her hand pressed to her forehead in distress. He leans in close, his teeth razor sharp.

I stepped back slowly. He stepped forward. A name surfaced from old whispers. Mordren. A rogue who had once belonged to the Iron Vale pack before slaughtering two of his own in a frenzy and vanishing beyond the borders. I had never believed the stories. Until now. “Mordren,” I breathed. The sound of his name only seemed to excite him. His muscles coiled. I turned and ran. Branches tore at my clothes as I sprinted. My lungs burned almost instantly. I was fast, but not fast enough.