Brave Mor'du Novels & Stories

As soon as the sound of the departing car stopped, Conrod sat down across from Dook. - I saw a dream, my reflection and the beast, they fought among themselves, I controlled both, and then everything abruptly stopped. I saw a vision in which your brethren were captives. Someone forced them to fight each other and they didn't really like it. Looking at them, I was able to find out who they were. One vampire is named Lasters, and the second is named Baruz, and he's a werewolf. I just saw it looking at them. How I see the people who are next to me. Conrod says. - Oh, this is good news, Baruz is our combat commander, he is extremely important to us. Dook says as he sits back in his chair.

Her right breast is gone; she was chained and she is crying in pain. “Give me that!” She screamed but the scary beast appeared again from above. This time he has big, black wings that are shaped like bat wings and he is holding a metal stick that is bigger than the normal human arm. “No please… no!” Begged by the naked woman who is trying to grab my blanket.

Gunsyn muttered next to me as Masha shouted and cursed me out—again. "This isn't my world," she spat, glaring at him. Like this, fiery and pissed off, she proved that she was indeed my child. My flesh and blood. Strong, passionate, and unafraid to speak her mind. She was an Marcelli, all right. It just would've been nice for her to balance it out, half the time as a pouty, moody, teenage brat who'd give the illusion of peace and calm with her silent treatments as a protest to living here. Then half the time acting like a bold, courageous, and opinionated young woman who railed against being shot at.

He stared wide at his hand, his body shaking, as he cried loudly, sweat and blood mixing together. He broke when he realized I wasn't done yet. “No—per favore—basta! Ti prego, Maddox… non lo faccio più… denaro, territori, qualsiasi cosa—ti giuro!” (Please—stop! I swear, Maddox… I won’t do it again… money, territories, anything—I swear!) His begged desperately, switching fully to Italian now, the words tumbling out fast and wet. “Mi dispiace… Dio, mi dispiace… farò tutto quello che vuoi…” (I’m sorry… God, I’m sorry… I’ll do anything you want…)

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

"Shhh hush! My dear Delilah, can't you see I'm doing you a favor here hm?" "No, you are killing me this way. If she leaves me then I will die. I'm supposed to be in hell with her" Delilah cried in pain. "Trust me Delilah. Morgana lied to you. She's a demon and demons lie. That's their way of living in humans to the fullest. I am afraid I don't want her to exist here anymore" Raven said throwing the half eaten apple aside, rising from the seat too as she caressed the girl's cheek.

a werewolf announced. Zane Drocco is a handsome lad carrying the title of being the oldest among them despite the clear skin and youthful appearance. He's had visions of the past, present, and future. He's also laid out several prophecies that turned out to be quite true, and everything he envisioned had come to reality. Apart from that, he is also the strongest warrior who led battles to victory in centuries. A literal knight in shining armour.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

Every instinct whispered that the man who had purchased her was watching. She thought about the auction, about the ten million dollars that had bought her. Her stepfather’s greed felt meaningless now. He had handed her over without hesitation. She belonged entirely to Alexei Volkov. The car moved deeper into the city. Moscow’s skyline stretched before her, tall and imposing. Lights glimmered like stars, distant traffic rushed by, but the city felt alien. She realized that nothing she had known applied here. Every step forward was dictated by men whose loyalty and skill made her feel fragile. The fear inside her grew heavier.