Double O Mogar Novels & Stories

Ma’oz called forth the magical artifact of his forefathers, the very mirror used by Snow White’s stepmother. “Mirror, Mirror. I command you to show me my true form.” He saw the reflection of his true self. Hair and eyes as black as midnight, standing over 6’3” with chiseled cheekbones and jaw – standing proud and tall, strikingly deadly. Within a few moments, the mirror changed, and he saw the man, Montgomery Lewis staring back at him. Ma’oz raised my right hand, and the reflection did the same. He jumped, and again the man in the mirror jumped.

Besides, as more beasts were killed, the battlefield was going to become a foul smelling damp. “Three Middle Class Magical Beasts? How would he deal with them?” Frowning Tiger noticed that Samoa was surrounded by three Middle Class Magical Beasts. Samoa was a Thrasher, so he was strong enough to handle every Middle Class Magical Beast, and average High Class Magical Beasts. High Class Magical Beasts like the Giant Black Mamba were outside his capabilities.

Moha cleared his throat and responded, “I am Moha, and that woman behind me, her name is Nowo. We are from the defender’s base. It’s my pleasure to meet you.” -----“Never judge a book by its cover. Sometimes a creature with a nice appearance tends to be more evil than a creature with a scary appearance.”-----

Ariana came into view, her eyes glowing like the sun, she’s always been his predator. “I hate you, you son of an ape” Richard’s mind went blank, first he could feel the pain inside his abdomen, and his bones he could feel them, coming together. But his emotions, they were disruptive, set in a town where foster parents were like Gods in a person’s life there was literally no one you could run your mouth to.

But why let a small detail like that stand in the way? An hour later, she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her makeshift disguise: baggy blue pants, a brown belt with a cobra buckle, a collared shirt tucked under a dark vest, black hat, a fake mustache, and boots that had seen better days. "Not bad," she mused. Her reflection was, at best, unconvincing, but desperate times called for questionable outfits.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

Now that she was paying attention, its voice sounded more masculine. 'How did this happen?' 'You tell me? One minute I was sleeping so soundly and then you started to hurt me with whatever poison you took. I don't know what happened but the blue moon summoned me from the depths of my slumber....' 'Are we....are we an alpha?' 'No, we're Omega. But we are more powerful than any Alpha.' 'Oh-' 'You sound disappointed, why?' 'I thought, if the moon godess ever blessed me one day, I wished to be an alpha.'

When I finally took my seat, she said. “It’s normal for you to feel the way that you do after all you are very unique omega, you do not have a wolf yet you can communicate with your own species as if nothing the only thing is a three are the lowest of the race that’s where our kind has forgotten, wolves are the most basic of the titles. They don’t have another counterpart, unlike humans that can bend that real you are the link in between them, and I am most proud to know that my only living granddaughter has you for a mate.”

I nodded my head at the direction of the table. Morgana glanced at me and at the bowl. She picked up the bowl and smiled at me. "It's a porridge potion." She answered and I arched my brows in confusion. "What's that for?" "I made it specially for you." She stirred the content in the bowl. I peered into the bowl. The so called portion was a sticky white substance. I bet it'd be better as hell. "I think you being a weak power carrier made you vulnerable to Sage's attacks. Hence, I made it for you. It'll heal you from the internal injuries his powers might have caused and this will also strengthen you." She told me and stopped stirring.

He said trying to get in , but I blocked him. “Get out of my way!” “You need to leave.” I said trying to control my anger and not put a bullet in his head. “What’s going on here for the Love of God!” Mama Agnes complained. “Simon? , what are you doing here?” Papa Jones asked. “I need to see Aria.” “She’s sleeping now , she was stung by a scorpion and needs good rest.” “Scorpion?... I’m sure this is all your fault!.” Simon attacked .