Brave Mor'du Novels & Stories

“The princess of Handar.” He cocked his head to the side and studied her face for a moment. “Nya, sweetheart, you can’t possibly--” Slate’s words were cut short as an arrow pierced his body, near his heart. Her eyes enlarged as she turned to see one of the Beelzanborg troops getting ready to notch another arrow. Flint, Slate’s brother, was near the soldier and moved at him, anger apparent on his reddening face. He drew his sword and cut him down, but when Nya turned back to Slate, she could see it might be too late.

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.

Rowan positioned himself behind me, body rigid. Elle didn’t flinch at their protectiveness. She expected it. She feared it. “What is it?” Rowan asked. Elle took a long breath. A shaky breath. “The thing Morana is waking,” she began, choosing her words with painful care, “is older than history itself. Older than the Moon Goddess.” A chill rippled down my spine. “What is it called?” I whispered. Elle looked at me with a mixture of fear and sadness. “The Umbrathal.”

My champion was defeated. After a few long minutes of growls and loud cracks of flesh slamming into flesh, the only champions still fighting are the Commanders and Jia's Bronkark. Modok is still surrounded by other injured or unconscious Champions, but he has at least sat back up on his own. The Commanders from Cok are fighting against Commander Burk and Captain Nole as a team, but I have a hard time focusing on them. Modok is my main focus even though he hasn't looked my way. He seems ashamed of his loss, and I get it. When a stupid mistake ends your brilliant work it can be very frustrating.

The visiting werewolves brought Alric a message from Morfran. “Our Alpha said, if you do not return Arabella and Gunner to the Hidden Mist Valley, we will attack the Port of Valmore! We will make slaves of your wives and whores out of them!” Said the wolf, who had earlier introduced himself as Blaze, Morfran’s Beta.

Seeing still more flooding over the bridge and around the house, Mardichi winced. The barbarian’s shoulders slumped. Not good. The barbarian threw back his head to roar. “Bast!” What? The answer came in Mardichi’s mind. “More!” Mardichi ordered. I’m coming. Bast assured, huffing. “Faster!” He heard Bast grunting in his mind. “And bring yer blades.” I have them. Mardichi returned to crushing the animals with his behemoth fists, as he walked through them. One latched onto his forearm, and he grabbed its throat. Crushing its windpipe in a viselike grip before tossing it like rubbish.

Raja mentioned them and their powers during the meeting: Cutler was Maahes’s Brave, an Egyptian god of war, protection, and weather. He was another war brave and also Aurelius’s second-in-command. Alvarez was Ah Puch’s Brave, a Mayan god of death and decay. Death braves were one of the most dangerous and rarest types of the elite. “One touch, and you will be recalled,” Raja stated. Cao Xu was a dragon brave, another rare and dangerous type of elite. Dragon braves could turn into eastern dragons, gods of their own right, unlike their European counterparts, which were nothing more than fire-breathing lizard monsters.

I quietly whimpered as I stumbled onto the ground. "This is Merlina?" The man asked as he grabbed my arm to pull me up "Yeah" jack said as me made eyecontact with me. "Damn she looks way more attractive than the picture." He said as he looked my body up and down, making me cringe in disgust. "Liam shut up we need to take her to Rob." Jack said as he lightly hit him across the head. (Liam hemsworth) My hands started uncontrollably shaking as the mention of my father came came up.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

“Give these people a proper burial.” Her eyes wandered around the town till she noticed a child fighting for her life at one corner of a simple hut. Hoisting up her skirt Morrigan hurriedly went to the child. When she touched the child it was running a really high fever and is even in her delirious state. “Where are your parents?” She inquired. The young child tried to open her mouth to speak but nothing went out of her mouth. “Colfre!” Her voice cracked as she called for him. “Yes, my queen?” She hurriedly extended her hands and looked at the pair of hazel eyes in front of her. “A flask of water.” Colfre gave her the flask of water hoisted on his waist. Morrigan’s hands were shaking as she