Erin Moran Legs Novels & Stories

a rasped, melodic voice vibrated from the dark center of the room. Sitting over a bubbling stone brazier filled with black oil was Morana. She didn't look like a standard mortal woman; her skin was pale, with translucent wrinkles that showed dark, greasy shadow lines pulsing beneath her cheeks. Her eyes were solid, milky-white pits devoid of pupils, and in her skeletal right hand, she clutched a long, jagged bone-needle that was actively dripping with a crimson fluid.

The moment the click sounded, her legs gave out. She sat on the edge of the bed and let the tears fall. After a few minutes, she reached into her bag and pulled out the folder. Her hands were trembling as she opened it. Patient: Bella Morrison Pregnancy confirmed: Dichorionic diamniotic twins Gestational age: 8 weeks Twins. She was carrying twins.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Every bone in me wants to be fearful and submissive just hearing his voice. Moria immediately rubs her hand against the wall to find the light switch. For the first time in forever, I see Moria looking a little intimidated and scared. The light goes on in the room, and I take in the man who has suddenly given orders to see me properly. The man glares at me with his piercing blue eyes, and I freeze. My goodness. I have never seen such perfect eyes before. Under the room’s light, you can notice his flawless skin and thick, dark hair that frames his eyebrows beautifully. His body is lean and muscular, but not overly bulky. His skin is tanned, and he has such broad shoulders.

Morana cried, her voice echoing with newfound authority. The light around her intensified, a dazzling display of colors dancing in the air. I could feel the energy pulsing, a tangible force that resonated with the earth itself. As Morana opened her eyes, they glowed with a fierce light. “I’m ready,” she said, her voice steady and strong. With Morana empowered, we rushed back to the heart of the battle where the remnants of our enemies still lurked. I could see the chaos unfolding, the last desperate fight against the hunters and rogues who had sought to destroy us.