Erin Moran Legs Novels & Stories

I hear Morrigan calling out from the bedroom. “You will if you are awake enough for it,” I call, putting the shirt on. This doesn’t fit half bad. I think to myself as I roll the sleeves, having finished buttoning the shirt. The real test will be the pants. Make sure the anaconda is contained, human. We don’t need lusty elf eyes looking at our third leg. For Goddess’ sake Stark, seriously?! I’m dead serious. Do you want Morrigan to kill some poor elf woman for giving us lusty eyes because you couldn’t properly contain Rumpleforeskin.

*MORGAN* My legs act out on its own accord. Not waiting for my command, they move by itself like having a life of its own. Before I realize what I am doing, I find myself rushing to her, holding her by her arm as I ask her, "You're hurt. Are you okay?"

And then one morning I picked up the rock and held it and the seconds kept passing and the wolf pushed and I pushed back and the rock stayed whole and a full minute went by. Morwen said "put it down" and I set it on the ground gently and the surface wasn't even cracked and my hands went dark and I stood there breathing and my legs weren't shaking. "Now run," she said. "Into the trees. Let her into your legs but keep her out of your hands."

Just as he put the ice pack on, he saw her body trembling slightly, and she wanted to retract her foot into the bed because of the cold touch. Edwiin Morrison grabbed her ankle, buckled it a little harder, and then put an ice pack on it. Looking at the signs of swelling, it is estimated that it will not get better in a day or two. Not to mention wearing high heels, you may have to limp when you walk. It is still unknown whether you can land on the ground tomorrow! Myron Follette, that poor guy! Edwiin Morrison thought with displeasure, how could he let him go cheaply, he had to make this kid do a few more things to make amends.

“I’ve always really been more of a lover than a fighter, to be honest, baby.” As a coy smile curled up on his mouth while he thought about all the catching up they’d been doing in his bed, Haldir raised his brows quickly. “Yes, I know.” When his overhand chop came down on her, Mory dropped to her knee quickly and deflected with her blade only to have Haldir swing around to her back with his hand around her neck. He shook his head and clicked his tongue against her ear as he scolded her for her poor choice in maneuvers . “Wrong, Morana. Don’t ever give up the high ground, especially to someone bigger than you.”

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

I tell her, laying a hand her knee with a small chuckle. “Nobody talks my girl like that!” Morana's eyes are darkening until they are almost red and glowing. I am nervous of her like this, so I slowly move my hand away. I tense against the cold wood behind my back and she notices. She quickly returns to normal, laying a hand on my ankle. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out.” “I'm okay.” I lie to her and she grins at me. “Liar.”

She was dead. The group parted and Mor’s leg shook as the top-dog walked through, hands pocketed. She could barely make out the woman in the dark, but there was only one woman in Santa Martha who had that frame. Without hesitating, Mor slashed forward, only to have a hand knock into her neck.

Evan couldn't believe the news he had received. The ruler's right leg is paralysed? While they were in the middle of a serious conversation, in his room Morgan had woken up and was throwing a tantrum. Even when weak like that, she is still able and strong enough to throw a tantrum and hit the male nurse who wants to prevent her. "Get the fuck away from me!" Morgan snapped again. He was angry, why is one leg so heavy to move? Can't even feel it? "Call that damn doctor! Or will I destroy this hospital?" He raged again.

Idris asks, uncorking his bottle. Morrigan shrugs before tipping her head back, nearing the end of her water. If her cheeks weren’t already red from the wind, she would have blushed at Idris’s words. “The quicker ones took at least five tries to even dodge it, much less counterattack.” Idris looks like the typical Summit Keeper–five and a half feet, well built, weathered beige skin, and long black hair. Currently his hair is tied into two long braids and he’s dressed similarly to Morrigan in a t-shirt and pants, but his most noticeable feature is his piercing blue eyes, something that has run in the family for generations.