Brave Mor'du Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He exuded an unspeakable aura when he walked. The branch leader of Longmen, Mordu, Oliver Bauer!

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.

Mellana questions the woman in the front door. “Mom? I thought she was your sister!” I exclaim. “Morgan?” Mom calls her. “Melissa!” Mellana’s mother answers with enthusiasm and runs towards my mother, and both women hug each other. “Oh, my Goddess! It’s been so long we’ve seen each other.” The woman named Morgan says. “It’s been way too long.” My mom agrees. “Are you the one responsible for setting this all up for us?” “Guilty.” Morgan laughs. “I moved some chopsticks to find out where you'd be staying since someone told me they were going to protect a girl named Pandora.” She says looking at her daughter with a smirk.