Gabe Morales Novels & Stories

It turns out that Morana's past life was not that simple, it would not be surprising if their father threatened Morana to reveal her past if she did not leave Quirino. But, what exactly happened to Morana and why did she become like this? "Then what again?" Ask Dr. Sherry with the same tone of voice. “I… I was so scared… I thought Miss Morana was possessed…” The driver lowered his head in shame having such thoughts. It's understandable, the driver is a man from the village who doesn't socialize too much in the city even though he has followed this family for quite a while, but that kind of belief is still firmly attached to him.

The vampires then took that chance to eliminate each werewolf. "Vermont...You'll gonna pay for this." Morris said and attack Lord Vermont using his sharp canines. Morris's canines dug into Lord Vermont's left arm. But Lord Vermont didn't care about it. Instead, he made eye contact with Morris. Morris then began also to whimper. He was also inflicted with pain. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move. Moros is a walking horror story. He looks like a sycamore and a steroid junkie had a terrifying love child. His antlers and arms are all twisted tree branches. His face is a skull. His legs are literal tree trunks, roots digging into the ground. He’s like a pissed-off Ent with a gym membership. But roots make you slow. Still, this guy is dangerous. He can warp your mind—show you all the worst endings to your life, make you believe you're somewhere else, with someone else. Sleeping in your bed. Walking into your lover’s arms. Falling off a cliff.

It seems like Josh had no idea who he was talking to, and the henchman was eager to make him realize that. Without replying to the man, Mr Morreti shook his head, signaling the man to stand down. And then he looked at Josh, his gaze cold but with a hint of intrigue. He found it impressive and amusing how the young man was bold enough to stand up to him. Usually people were so afraid of him that they always spoke and treated him with respect, but this time he was surprised by the young man's audacity. It was clear to Mr Morreti that Josh had no idea who he was, hence he had the courage to talk to him in that manner, otherwise if he knew who he was talking to, he wouldn't have dared to speak u

He touched the corner of his eye with his index finger. Damn it. Did he really think I’d fall for that? “That’s because you’re the evil one!” I finally got off the bed and backed away from him as he approached like a predator hunting its prey. To him, I was probably just a thrilling game. With his head tilted slightly, he looked at me. “Evil? What about that bastard? He’s a mafia too, and you’re saying he’s not evil?” What he said was technically true. Mafias dealt with crime, and for them, killing was just part of the job.

he asked. Felix shook his head and pointed a finger at Bazzo, but Morius blocked his attack. "Hah! You're really pushing it. Let me ask you one thing—do you know what your grandson does every day?" Without waiting for Morius to answer, Felix continued, "I'm being silly! With your character, how could I expect your grandson to have a decent moral compass?" Though Morius sensed the power difference, he had been a Grandmaster for many years and wouldn't give up easily. "Even if you've reached the peak of Grandmaster Realm, you have no right to judge my character."

Sal had a triple sedative shot as a contingency plan after learning of his slight resistance to sedatives due to his time in rehab. "Hey." She struck a pose and Morris gave a creepy smile. "Hi, you're not supposed to be here." He flashed his scattered set of teeth over and over again. "I know." She strutted around as she raised her eyes to meet him occasionally. "So, what's the name?" "Morris ." He said, out of breath as she caressed his ear. "I haven't been one to dabble in chocolate but I can already feel the regret. You're hot!" He exhaled and she continued her actions while Sal creeped closer to Morris.

that oversized fisherman argued back to skinny looking fisherman who once again shushed him and gave him a stern look… “SHUT UP Boris…. you don’t have to be sacred of that little piglet all the time… he will help us if we FORCE HIM TO..…” that skinny looking fisherman replied with a angry look on his face… seeing which the fisherman who was almost four times larger than his size got quite…. and turned his head down… ‘How ironic’ I spoke in my mind.. After dealing with oversized fisher man that skinny looking fisherman turned to us and said “I apologize for my brother mister Draco… he is just born coward… anyway my name is Morris..…” that skinny looking fisher man replied with a smile

Fuck, yeah, she’s a Leonetti wolf and that counts for something. The light intensifies, and for a moment, everything is bathed in blinding white. A deafening roar sounds out, and when I open my eyes, I see the dark smoke hovering above Morana. I don’t see any physical features, but I can feel the absolute hatred this thing encapsulates. Who would worship something like this? When the light fades, Morana collapses to her knees, breathing heavily. Nova steps forward, her expression one of relief. “It’s done,” she says softly. “The Meraloth is gone.”

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.