Brave Mor'du Novels & Stories

Elias smiled gently, did not expect so many days without close followers, but in just two days, he brought back two people who did not have a bit of health and intelligence. Elias turned to enter the bar, ignoring the stubbornness of the girl standing there. “Innkeeper, give me a pint of beer.” Elias sat in a corner, avoiding others to recognize his identity, raised his hand to call for service. “Yes now, yes now!” A werewolf that hasn't fully evolved yet, with a hairy face, holding a large beer bottle, ran very fast. “Please use it! Would you like something else to eat?” His slanted eyes looked extremely fierce, and he put the beer bottle on the table so that the beer from the jar filled th

Came the voice of the huge tall one who is their leader. He is Bradly and we know him as the orphaned boy. A nicknamed he was given from childhood before, he disappeared from Muldoch long time ago, only to return home a different person. He had come back with people who share similar interest with him and also, he had incited the inhabitants of the city to wedge a holy war on the witches. Unfortunately, I was one of the victims. Many of my people have been burned alive while, the remaining ones cannot be accounted for.

She was just standing there under the harmattan sun, in front of her dusty white Range Rover looking around , with Chad. The man approached them, he stood in front of them and said nothing with his arms by his side and eyes looking into thin air. Chad simply went to a tree by the side, and broke a short branch from it and came forward presenting it to the black Goliath. He took the branch gently, then studied Chad and Roma. " peace be unto you also..." his very deep voice sounded. " who do you seek?" " Mr and Dr Mrs Okorie, ochiri ozuo one of Duruewuru gburugburu" Chad replied

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

a rasped, melodic voice vibrated from the dark center of the room. Sitting over a bubbling stone brazier filled with black oil was Morana. She didn't look like a standard mortal woman; her skin was pale, with translucent wrinkles that showed dark, greasy shadow lines pulsing beneath her cheeks. Her eyes were solid, milky-white pits devoid of pupils, and in her skeletal right hand, she clutched a long, jagged bone-needle that was actively dripping with a crimson fluid.

Spartan was sprinting through the horde of Amaroks, taking them down as he did so and it appeared that he was also running away from something. “You can't outrun me!” the voice of the unseen god Moros could be heard through the horde. Spartan then crashed into something that felt as hard as concrete. An Amarok roared at him, its triple jaws coming down at him. Spartan thrust up his right hand and sent a yellow bolt of lightning blasting away the brains of the creature. The god then materialized from the aftermath of the blast and grabbed Spartan by the neck. He heaved him up and looked him directly in the eye.

I kept reminding them as they fought for their survival. Till one cave wolf stood among them. On top of the highest rocks, he was looking down at me. I lifted my head and snarled challenging him to get down "Matthew Moore, the cursed alpha king. Pleasure to kill you!" his annoying voice sprang up at the back of my head. He had an accent. A tone that I had never heard for a long time. His shade was pure black. His eyes were bloody red. That rang a bell! "Edon Archambeau!"

Morana cried, her voice echoing with newfound authority. The light around her intensified, a dazzling display of colors dancing in the air. I could feel the energy pulsing, a tangible force that resonated with the earth itself. As Morana opened her eyes, they glowed with a fierce light. “I’m ready,” she said, her voice steady and strong. With Morana empowered, we rushed back to the heart of the battle where the remnants of our enemies still lurked. I could see the chaos unfolding, the last desperate fight against the hunters and rogues who had sought to destroy us.

“Mord! Take Layla! Get her out of here! Deliver her to the ritual site, alive!” Mord, a mountain of a man with dead eyes and a cruel smile, moved towards me. He was fast, faster than his bulk suggested, his hands reaching for me. Before he could lay a finger on me, a silver streak, faster than thought, slammed into Mord’s side. Beta Rowan. I hadn’t even seen him move. His blade, slick with blood, flashed again. Mord gasped, his hands flying to his throat, a gurgling sound escaping him. He stumbled, then collapsed, a look of shocked disbelief frozen on his face. Rowan stood over him, panting, his eyes blazing with a fierce loyalty. “No one touches My Queen!”