Novel & Cerita Gabe Morales

“Over the years, we’ve fought countless times. How many times has he won? He only escapes because he can turn invisible and hide. He’s utterly despicable.” James burst into laughter. He remembered his first encounter with Dillon, where Dillon had also resorted to trickery when losing. It seemed that the unorthodox sects and factions were all alike. However, Mordecai and Dillon had very different personalities in the memories left by Frona. Dillon was straightforward and pragmatic, whereas Mordecai, evolved from the Daoism of Caeloros God of Garuda, was insidious and treacherous. Dillon was indeed distant from him in this aspect.

Morris stammers. “That’s right. You’re gonna wish you never met it once you lay an eye on it, so why don’t you tell us what Emily wanted you to do?” His voice is calm, but I can see that the back of Tristan’s neck is about to explode from the tension in his muscles and tendons. In a soft voice, Morris confesses, “Emily offered me money to… kill… the Breeder… and her babies.” “Our babies,” I clarify. I hear Eli swear behind him.

In a blur of motion, Alexander unleashed his full power without reservation, his aura terrifying. "Stop him!" Morales exclaimed, shocked and enraged. He wanted nothing more than to take the life of the man before him, to avenge the two elders. Alas, he knew he was no match for this overwhelming force. With a momentary lapse in concentration, Morales' last subordinate fell, leaving him isolated. Though Morales' followers were all warlocks, they were easily defeated. 'Could this man be the legendary Martial Overlord?' dreaded Morales. If so, even at the supreme grand martial level, he was somewhat inadequate.

Morris grips my arm, spinning me around. -"Did you think it would be this easy? That we would just let you go? You are so naive, Naomi. My brother always spoke highly of his Luna, yet look at you? They take away your wolf, and you become a defenseless human." His grip tightens, and his lips curl into a mischievous evil smile. What the actual heck! Morris' sudden demeaning speech spikes my heartbeat. The extra blood pumped into my brain allows me to decipher his coded message. Morris is the other traitor.

He mockingly stated – causing the members of the Moon Howlers Pack to clench their jaws. They were infuriated because of the way he insultingly said those words. It didn’t add up that he thinks of this like a simple situation – and not just a matter of life and death. This was just so ruthless. Well, that wasn’t surprising anymore, anyway. Samael Morfran is a representation of all the evilness that once could get. “Shut the hell up!” Hunter uttered – his voice was laced with dripping anger as he said those words with emphasis.

My voice is dry. “Agent Morales,” he repeats, his tone icy. “Where is he?” “I…” I hesitate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He nods. “Right.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, clear plastic bag. Inside is a phone—a burnt phone. He places it on the table, and the moment I recognize it, I freeze. It’s Morales’s phone. ##########

Apparently he attempted to flee yesterday, but the patrols caught him before he could cross the border. He really thought he could just go free. He thought he could run from justice. What a joke. He spits on the ground, glancing up at the crowd. “This is ridiculous,” he growls. “She wanted it. Lying little—” “Enough.” Morris’s voice is thunder. It was low, controlled, but powerful enough to silence the earth itself. The man’s jaw snaps shut. Morris steps forward, his aura rolling outward like a storm front. “Hear me,” he says, letting his gaze sweep across the pack. “Our old ways tolerated too much harm. Too much cruelty. Too much silence.”

"And more besides." "Good Lord," Mr Morales breathed, but there was wonder in his voice, not fear. "All this time, we thought—we thought what Annie did was demonic. But it was just—she was just being what God made her to be." "Yes." "We put her through exorcisms," Mr Morales said, and shame colored his voice again. "We made her feel like she was evil when she was just—different. Special."

“Did he talk to you?” He nods, looking from Emma to me, his hand still holding hers. “He seems to be disconnected from my wolf. A being on its own. He introduced himself as Moros.” ‘Yes! Brother is finally here,’ Aamon celebrates in my head, Jax literally rolling his eyes at him. “Well… That’s fucked up, but—” My breath gets stuck in my throat, my sight blackening out. ‘Report!’ a command jolts through me painfully. Jax retreats into the back of my head while Aamon screams bloody murder.

“Face the truth for myself?” With that comment, Miller lowered his head and stepped to the side. Just behind him, another figure stood up from the crowd surrounding the fire and ambled toward them. He was significantly taller and looked older than most of them, but no better dressed. Unlike anyone else, he was displaying a rather arrogant smile as he approached the entourage. “Morales. I don’t believe we’re expecting your group back so soon,” he stated, outstretching his arms carelessly. “If everyone under my lead was just as sad and pitiful as you then how do you think that would reflect upon me?”