Gabe Morales Novels & Stories

Morrigan sat straight and looked at herself through the vanity mirror across her. “I know you know why I ordered for the public execution of the ministers on my coronation,” Morrigan started. “I only know the gist of it, My Queen kindly enlighten me.” Colfre replied to her. Morrigan clenches her fist and it didn’t escape Colfre gaze. “They made me a monster I never wanted to become, it’s a warning for everyone that I, Morrigan of Hymir, will never bow down to anyone nor will cower in fear anymore. No one can step on me like the way they trampled on me before.” Morrigan finds it harder to breathe as the memory rushes in her mind, the pain, the humiliation, and eventually the trauma she had in

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."

“Your reign of terror… ends now. You… are done.” Mordecai’s laugh, cold and devoid of humor, sliced through the tense air. “Brave words for a man on the brink of death,” he taunted, his gaze icy and piercing. “You think this is about victory?! It’s about sending a message, Caden! A message that no one, not even the gods, can oppose the great Mordecai!” Suddenly, with the swiftness of a lightning strike, an inexplicable force sweeps Mordecai across the terrain. His body careens through the air at a speed that defies the laws of nature, grating against the earth with a ferocity that rends flesh from bone.

I felt like I was being swallowed by something as I moved into the luxurious house. Then he led me into what looks like a study, and immediately I walk inside my throat goes dry as my gaze settles on him.. Meeting Kairos Morrell wasn’t what I expected…. The kairos Morrell, the most powerful mob boss in the state is sitting calmly with no hint of cruelty in his expression as he watched me.. If you’re wondering how I recognized him so quickly? Well asides from him being the king of the Irish mafia he was also a very successful, wealthy and power business man, one so influential he was feared and respected by everyone in town.

It was almost nine in the evening. “A curse,” he muttered, shaking his head, walking to his small kitchen to grab a bottle of mineral water. “If the curse really existed, maybe he could help me with my data analysis assignment.” Siron chuckled to himself. Humor was his shield, always had been. Since childhood, he had been raised in fear of a Morat, a vengeful spirit betrayed by their royal ancestor, who swore to hunt every male descendant of their bloodline. But to Siron, it was all nonsense. He lived in the modern age, in GreenDolt, a city that, though steeped in legend, still functioned normally. There was no place for ghosts or shapeshifters in his life.

He sinks his fingers on my shoulders. “Snap the fuck out of it, Lorena. That man never loved you. He used you like you were supposed to use him for information, but you ended up telling him everything you weren’t supposed to.” “No…” “I started to believe he has nothing to do with this shit, too, but he’s Alessandro Moravia. The motherfucker of all motherfuckers of manipulation. He almost got me, too. He surely got you.” “What—” My mind is such a mess of emotions and thoughts that I don’t know what to think or say.

“What the fuck is going on Morana?” She cleared her throat gently. “I’m fine. What do you want?” Haldir put his finger to his lip and then pointed it at her as he tried to bring her back to reality. “Is all this for me? You can’t back out on me now.” Mory shook her head and picked up her glass. “Don’t flatter yourself. I got demons bigger than you going on in my head right now.” Drumming his fingers on the table, Haldir watched Mory as she sipped her beer and licked her lips. “Why don’t you let me make you dinner? It looks like you’ve already had enough of that to last you awhile.”

Not that we knew if he heard us or understood. Elder Morris conducted the services for us. His happiness is overflowing but he is a very traditional man and paid his due respects to every lost warrior. Many believe Elder Morris is quirky, and he is, but he is a very intelligent and wise man. Many times, he has visited me to offer words of encouragement and to trust in the Moon Goddess to bring Jared back to us. I enjoyed those visits. They revitalized me into trusting that Jared would come back to me.

"Please help me... He isn't like my son, the Brigor before. He changed a lot, He became rigid." "All I can do as a help is to calm him down every time he's in the verge of exploding in anger. I can't force him to come with you." "Please do everything, please change him. I'll give you money as a reward." "I don't need any reward sir, I'll do it wholeheartedly." "Thank you so much, sweetheart. By the way, what's your name?" "Carolina Benevolent De Guzman." "Oh! You're one of the De Guzmans?"

Elara asked quietly. Mor looked up. “Why would I?” she said. “He’s too small to be useful.” The words hit Elara like a slap. “Did you take his memory?” Mor tilted her head. “I borrowed it. Just a little. He saw something. I needed to see it, too.” “See what?” Mor blinked slowly. “The moment you broke me.” Elara staggered back. “What are you?” she whispered. Mor stood up. “I’m a shadow that learned how to walk,” she said softly. “And shadows remember everything you try to forget.”