Brave Mor'du Novels & Stories

Morana was also the one who removed the memory of Cezar assaulting Camellia, but she did this without even knowing what she was doing. Morana had no idea what was happening to her all this time. She just thought her wolf was angry all the time because it was blind; but it was only blind because the Meraloth is an entity with no vision. The beast steals memories because it longs for sight again.

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.

Being forced to move along with him for five days as he rode, I got to know a bit about the other seven that rode alongside him ahead of the army. Brontés was the closest male to Zephyros. Ever calm and collected. He hardly said a word but his obsidian eyes were ever observant and inspecting. Whenever Zephyros was absent, he commanded in his stead. Morpheus was the exact opposite of Brontés. Character-wise, for in physical looks, I couldn't even take a pick on who was more handsome. Where Brontés had jet black hair, Morpheus had dark burgundy. His aquamarine blue eyes were so striking and even from a distance, you could tell its color. He was charming but overly jovial and annoying. He revel

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

she demanded, and Mina looked on in horror as her daughter squared off with the most terrifying being Mina had ever seen on the battlefield. Murdok cocked his head to the side and cracked an amused smirk, “No… she hurt herself by coming here… no little witch she is not human, and she is MINE!” Murdok bellowed the last word as Max poked his head down from the top of the stairwell, “all clear… come on up.”

Gordon sounded, standing on his hind legs in salute, the tin armor of his head tipping until it was lopsided enough that I feared it would slip off. “Good, search the castle wings, I want everything upturned! Make sure there's not a single one of those vermin around to see the light of dawn!” I thundered, the rumble of my alpha voice seeming to make the world shake around me until the dots left my vision. “Yes, your highness!” The white-faced man croaked, bowing hastily before scampering off into the castle behind us with his men, littering behind. ”Merida,” I hissed, as the drawn-looking woman staggered up to me, trying to puff out her iron-plated chest before she saluted, bowing reverently

I scanned the place. I am sure. This is the place where I dropped off Magda last time. I can't be wrong. I spoke in the back of my mind. I wonder why Bel is the one who was here. Just in case Bel and Magda are the same people—No! No! It's impossible. I protested. If you take a look, Bel has a sun-kissed skin tone while Magda is fair. Bel has shoulder-length hair while Magda is long. The woman who's with me now is tall, while Magda just has an average height.