Brave Mor'du Novels & Stories

Yeah, I had caught the names before, but I’d play along for nicety's sake. I turned to Bravo. “Is your name Bravo?” Unsurprisingly, he curled his lip in a non-answer, so I glanced back to Honour. “Is it?” Because if their mom named three of them after virtues and one after a vice— “His name is Bravery, but…” Moral faced forward and put the car in gear before merging back onto the road. Shaking my head, I snorted and then muttered, “But clearly, Bravo suits him better.” Moral and Honour chuckled, and Kelly grunted, but it was not lost on me that none of them bothered to contradict me.

Denzel sneered, “Brat, you should know that no matter how powerful you are in Buckwood, an outsider like you can never win the local tyrants in Mordu!” Harvey finished drinking the water in the cup and said indifferently, “But you forgot to add. “Only the strongest dragon gets across the river. “The water in Mordu is too shallow. It can’t even confine me!” “Heh…” Denzel showed a playful and derisive smile. Big Fly, who was on the side, flipped the watermelon knife in his hand. He then squinted at Harvey and said, “York, do you know what you are talking about?

Ellen inquired. Pandora sighed, a small smile touching her lips. "I would name him after my hero, my great-grandfather, Luca Dagon Braddock. A mighty beastman of Ingram whose face outshone the sun. He was known as the blacksmith of Kracken Mountain, a man of few words. No weapon could subdue him." "Luca... I like it. It's perfect," Ellen said, resting her head on Pandora's shoulder, envisioning their child's future.

The tent room had only one exit and one window, so I had to be smart about escaping. But first, I needed to find out why I was there. My best guess, would be we were attacked by the braavasi. The braavasi are the pirates if the desert. They're normads, they belong to none of the three kingdoms but trade with all. As a general in my father's army, I had heard rumours about the braavasi disturbing the villagers. But that was all they were- rumours.

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”

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.

“Your reign of terror… ends now. You… are done.” Mordecai’s laugh, cold and devoid of humor, sliced through the tense air. “Brave words for a man on the brink of death,” he taunted, his gaze icy and piercing. “You think this is about victory?! It’s about sending a message, Caden! A message that no one, not even the gods, can oppose the great Mordecai!” Suddenly, with the swiftness of a lightning strike, an inexplicable force sweeps Mordecai across the terrain. His body careens through the air at a speed that defies the laws of nature, grating against the earth with a ferocity that rends flesh from bone.

He states. "You're wolf is majestic. I felt safe around him." I sigh and tilt my head backwards. "I still don't know what to name my wolf, and don't you dare say Canisa." I warn and he lets out a chuckle. I don't think he knows how sexy that is. "How about Lupita?" he says "That sounds like Aaron's wolf's name." I state. "Morgan. Short for Morgana." He says and I smile, nodding at him.

His heart spasmed in his chest over her agony. "We will catch up to him and he will tell us where Brand is, min elskede." Brand said with iron. He took her mouth in a brief, savage kiss before carefully placing her back on her feet. Making sure she had her balance, he caught her ravaged gaze with his. "Come now, min modige hun ulv (my brave she wolf). We have to go to the Yggdrasil and do what we must to get answers from this Mögurhlutr (worthless man)."