Brave Mor'du Novels & Stories

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

He swallowed, however, he understood that he couldn’t just stop at Cillian, “Mordeu is a red wolf and regarding what Thaymor and The Pinnacle proposed, Mordeu is our best bet to win this war. He still has his sanity, he is strong, I cannot even begin to list his abilities. And although the Princess is of Thaymor, I’m sure they’ll understand, I’m sure they will allow her to do this.” “And what do you think they’ll ask in return?” Alvitir asked.

He stretched out an arm casually and raised it so that it collided with Morrie's hand. Morrie was nicknamed Stormcrusher because his hands were very strong. He could crush a stone plaque with just one blow. Even Monty and the other veteran fighters would not have dared to take a blow from him so lightly. How could a young man in his 20s like Sebastian be able to withstand the blow? When Monty saw that Sebastian was being so careless, his eyes shone with excitement. Then, there was a huge bang, and they heard the sound of bones cracking. Morrie's body sailed through the air, and there was a thump as his corpse fell outside the battle arena.

My throat felt dry. The air was different in here. Heavier. Damp. Alive with something I couldn’t name. “Do not be afraid.” His voice came from somewhere ahead. Low. Rough. Too calm. I strained my eyes forward. And then— A thin beam of light cut through the darkness. Sharp. Narrow. Like an arrow piercing through the void. It struck across the room, illuminating just enough for me to see him. Modrach. Fully. And for the first time—

POV: Morga, Queen of the Raven Coven "Don’t move another inch, Rhea. If you take one more step, the seal on the child’s life snaps, and your 'miracle' becomes a tomb." Morga’s voice was like ice cracking under a winter moon, sharp and brittle. She stood atop the shattered remains of the Moon-Drowned Altar, her raven-feather cloak fluttering in the unnatural wind that still whipped through the ruins. Her violet eyes were no longer filled with the terror of a woman facing a goddess; they were filled with the cold, calculating triumph of a strategist who had just played her final, hidden card.

"You know all codes?" "Of course I do." "Well, that's admirable. As for the code, it's... a special code." Jamie sighs and brings back her attention from the radio to the road. "Are you hungry? We can stop by Grace's" "What special code?" Now, this is something that intrigued me. What's this code that doesn't appear in no police book? "I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you." "Here is lieutenant Oliver from Waterfall Bridge. I'll go." I grab the radio and make my voice sound closely to Jamie's, then answer instead of her. Now, this might be the action I needed.

His arms were bruised, his face swollen, and his chest ached with each breath. — Am I alive… or barely alive? — he wondered. Then he heard it. A faint click. The sound of a lighter. The flame illuminated a face that looked carved from stone. Salvatore Al Moro. The Black Scorpion. Seated behind an antique desk, with a glass of cognac in one hand and a lit cigar in the other, he watched him unhurriedly. His dark eyes, deep as bottomless pits, pierced through him with that stillness that is more terrifying than a scream.