Gabe Morales Novels & Stories

She gave space but did not step back. “I have no fear of death, and not because I am immortal. I have lived many lives. And nothing is truly immortal anyway. Me and my mate will choose one day to go into the beyond. Dovimax is my grandson, and mortal though he is, he is very powerful in his own right. He simply chooses to ignore that part. Most fall prey to arrogance and let their power go to their heads in this world. After all to most these humans we could be like gods. I am most proud of him and his mother. Though she is gone now, and while he does his duty, what he has sworn himself too I wish to speak with you Hel because it is important.”

The pain of losing her husband too would be unbearable. “I’ll avenge our son. Plus, the God of Killer owes me one. I doubt he’ll hurt me.” Morris pressed on with his revenge in full swing. “Well, you can never be too careful. I’ll get someone to bring the car around,” Clara uttered. Morris gave a nod before getting up from bed. He went straight to the bathroom to change his clothes. He would need to present his utmost respect to hire the God of Killer’s services. Morris put on his best suit and stared at his recently weathered features. The recent events added wrinkles to his face.

CHAPTER TWO Antonio Morano sat at the built-in-bar in his penthouse, gazing out at the city's twinkling landscape. The whiskey in his glass cast a golden glow, mirroring the turmoil brewing within. His mind drifted to the woman he'd seen earlier. Her innocent smile and haunting green eyes like a specter. six years ago, on this very day, his mother's assassination had shattered his world. The memory still seared his mind, his mother's lifeless body, the sound of gunfire, and the face of the culprit.

He was extremely terrified. 'I thought I met a charming lady, but she turned out to be the enemy.' Moriri approached Jarren with a blank expression. She looked at him and said indifferently, "Do you know how to answer me now?" Moriri was aloof, but she was not cruel or cold-blooded. Furthermore, because of the moral constraints of the Heaven Deviation Path, she would rarely attack someone. Jarren, on the other hand, was too licentious, and his increased provocation caused Moriri to lose patience.

Vorlyk's power flared, making his hair ruffle like there was a windstorm in the room. The other vampire didn't take his eyes from Vorlyk and he spoke without anger. "I ask that you hear me out. You cannot defeat the number of vampires against you. I am here to help." "Who is he?" Nicolas asked his liege while keeping his eyes on the new vampire. Disgust dripped from Vorlyk's mouth. "This is Morris, or as he was known in Europe, The Moor."

Ms Reina replied. Noah scratched the back of his head and stretched his arms then began to speak, "Well, unlike all of you, I wasn't reincarnated. I was alive the whole time and fighting this war for millennia. I've met the Calma staff for several years now. It's just recently though that I got to know Maura. I only have one purpose and that is to destroy the entity that appeared before us a while ago, Moros, the daemon of doom. I won't let Elpis' sacrifice go to waste. As long as Moros lingers the surface of the earth, strife has no end." For the first time, Noah didn't look goofy. He's actually determined, and I can see a fire in his eyes showing all of us how passionate he is.

she mocks. “Ah, the Goddess of the Abyss. How does it feel to be replaced?” Azadou taunts. “See, now that was a stupid thing to say,” Morrtemis murmurs, shaking her head as she leans against a tree. Merlos raises her eyebrow. “You really do have Jartre’s ego.” She sighs, “You poor misguided baby God. You think far too highly of your abilities. You see, one thing you fail to realise is that while you were born of darkness…I AM darkness. And while you can block out the light…” A slow smirk forms on her face, “I can devour it...and so much more.”

A man covered in a black robe stood behind him, “it is you” Jim Kim smiled faintly and nodded, and scoffed, “of course, who else were you expecting it to be?” Mora's face was unsightly, wondering why the rich were unruly, “let me go, I have never wronged you” she begged. Jim Kim's face darkened, and he glared at Mora “you made me angry, that is all, I would have killed you long ago, but, that old mother of yours is intelligent, just so you know, those who go against me end off dying mysteriously” he sneered.

But deep down… he knew she was right. The inside of the house was hot and cozy, but Morales was like a burglar. Teresa eyed him warily, Wendy remained composed but observant, and Benedict? Benedict's entire body tensed the moment he saw him. "Morales," Benedict said coolly, stepping forward. "Why are you here?" Morales met his gaze, the weight of their shared history hanging thick in the air. "'I came to see for myself, Morales admitted to himself, this time in almost a whisper since his voice felt softer than what he intended 'To see if all of that… if that was real too.'"

Morales took the glass of water from the table and threw it over her face. Everything happened so fast, Carina Morales could only close her eyes and let the water pour over her head and face. The guests in the cafe also looked in their direction curiously, not understanding what was going on. Mrs. Morales gritted her teeth and shouted: "What a licentious, disgusting thing. Aren't you ashamed of what you've done? I feel ashamed for you, too.” Carina Morales pursed her lips tightly, suppressing the pain in her heart. She took out a handkerchief from her pocket, gently wiped her face, and said helplessly, “Why do you say that? I don't understand what have I done to be ashamed of?"