Double O Mogar Novels & Stories

“You heard me, no need for me to chew my cabbage twice girl.” “They burned your eyes? Why would someone do that?” Cassia said with a tone of disbelief. “Not just someone, she’s be a thorn in my side for years. Her name is Magda and her cunt of a daughter Melba. They practice illegal magic. Mostly the dark arts and as you can see a coup.” Ogra stated matter of factly. “Is there anything that I can do to help you?” Cassia asked. “The only thing I can think of is tears from a dragon, and good luck finding some of those.” Ogra chuckled.

They got drowned underneath the quagmire as well as the ocean of their shock, astonishment and disbelief. “Aaarrggghhkkk...!!!” Mr. Serpent Win Mara carried on squealing and squeaking with the peak of his tenor eight-octave voice tune. His whole body had been turned to a kind quite massive bullet, with red orpiment and West Medicine Land dark brown supernatural powers covering all over his body.

Devon called me and I looked at him but I don’t want to come close to him or I don’t want him to come close to me. “It’s alright dear… you’re okay now,” Luna told me while looking at me and she took a bottle of oil to her altar and opened it. She came near me and said… “Everything is fine,” She said and she put the bottle of oil that she was holding near my nose and made me inhale it. She whispered a prayer while staring at me. The aroma of the oil smells like jasmine with a mint on it. I inhaled it and in an instant, I passed out.

Arthur asked confusedly. “You are a smart group of people, you will figure it out,” Osho nodded. Arthur and Rah looked at each other with perplexed expressions. “I don’t know how to use my magic on Grace. If I knew, I could have healed her instantly,” Mila spoke sadly. “You already know how to channel your magic, Mila – Daniels – Sharpe – Collins, I have already informed you,” Osho spoke as he stood up to leave. “How?” Arthur demanded but Mila gasped.

Sasha growled in his throat, annoyed at his friend’s interruption. Darcie had planned the day. Being a fan of the dark, magical, and weird I had some anxiety about the places she was going to bring us. Our first stop was at an Ossuary, a small church decorated with human bones in the shape of crosses. It was a little morbid but Darcie was fascinated by the history of the place. The vault of the bone room was decorated by a beautifully large fresco depicting angels and what I assume is heaven called Triumph of Souls and Flying Angels.

he replied with a smile. Margaret opened the door and was very surprised to see us, however she let us through. To my surprise her boyfriend was in the room and she introduced him to us, his name was Federico and my first impression was that he was quite nice, but I had been wrong before with my first impressions. Isaac and I sat on the couch and Margaret offered us a lemonade before sitting next to Federico.

"Andrea is so nosey" "Forget about her and give me some Crazy missionary..I want to cum quickly.. I'm almost hitting climax" "Not yet" Jayden smirked

In the midst of this chaos, his gaze acknowledges me. I can feel the unspoken apology in his eyes. It is as though he is saying, “I’m sorry for what you’ve been through, for the pain I couldn’t shield you from.” I take a step forward, aching to bridge the gap between us. Just as I begin to move towards Magnus, one of Ozar’s war gammas, a massive warrior with a grim countenance and an iron grip, seizes my arm to halt my progress. His touch is rough, it causes me to shriek in trepidation.

About me? "Excuse me! In my defense, I can't remember anything that happened to me here. So, forgive me if I can't remember you, Ms.?!" I stood straight in front of her, defending my honor... at least. I had no idea, but I thought I saw the image of my unknown mother in her. I felt scared a tad bit. The scary feeling of a disobedient son to his loving and strict mom. "Hmp! Apology accepted, Thorin. You even forgot my name. I am Magenta. You usually called me Mommy Maggie before, and you like raw meat a lot. You were a carnivore Thorin. You're very mischievous, too!"

Witch. It was how my brain processed new information and stored it when I assessed someone new for the first time. I could accurately guess height and weight and everything I learned about the person would be stored there. Malachi was looking oddly at me. Malachi Sinclair. Six foot four inches. Two hundred and seventy pounds. Dark brown hair. Gray eyes. Wolf. I turned my head when a chair scraped along the floor. Kiran Sinclair. Six foot four and a half inches. Two hundred and eighty pounds. Black hair. Blue eyes. Married to Adara Sinclair. Wolf and witch. Alpha. He was half an inch taller than Malachi but his aura seemed stronger.