Genshin Impact Morax Novels & Stories

Alex slumped on top of me with a layer of cum coating both our chests. "That was fucking good," he mumbled against my neck. "I don't think we need to buy condoms anymore," I said, making Alex chuckle. He slowly pulled out of my hole and I could feel his cum drip out of me. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I shivered from the sensation. Alex then went down and dragged his tongue from my navel up to my chest, filling his mouth with my cum. Alex then gently grabbed my jaw, opening my mouth, and letting the cum drip from his mouth into mine. Alex watched as I swallowed my own cum, a satisfied smile filling his face.

He suggested, "How about the two of us have a little competition? If you win, you can demand whatever compensation you want, and I'll pay you on his behalf. If I win, you have to give me something as compensation for the mental distress caused by your false accusations. How about it?" "Hahaha! What is this person talking about?” The crowd burst into laughter upon hearing Adrian's proposal. Soon, discussions ensued. "Did I hear that right? He's challenging Sir Morok? Is he insane? Who's this overly ambitious guy?" Upon hearing the name, Adrian shuddered. Morok was a well-known figure from the Mohar Yaksha faction. Although young, Morok had already demonstrated considerable accomplishments in

Carter replied, "Speaking of Maya's pack members, besides Alpha Jacob, I think his beta and gamma were all powerful. I can feel it, there's something in them that I can't comprehend." Morph said, "That they have an Alpha aura?" Roxy asked and Nathan and Morph looked at her. "Don't be too shocked, they really have an alpha strength and power as well as their aura." Roxy said.

“Dax found tracks.” Max’s eyes flicked to Dax, then back to me, softening slightly. “I know you’re fighting for us,” he said, voice low. “But Nightmoor’s history is blood. Don’t let him pull you in.” My chest tightened, the mate bond flaring, Gabriel’s touch in the woods—his fingers brushing mine—igniting heat I hated. “I’m not,” I snapped, but my voice wavered, doubt creeping in. Max’s hand rested on my shoulder, heavy, warm. “Be careful, kid,” he said, voice breaking.

The sight had my eyes widening. I panicked. "I-I can fix your artifact if you spare us!!" I suddenly gasped out, trying to calm my heartbeat. His claws stopped right before my throat. From this close-up, I could finally tell the emotion in Morax's eyes--it was intrigue like he was working out a puzzle. I could only hope it was a good thing. "You think you can fix an ancient relic? How cute." The words just left his mouth when a chair came down hard on his head.

I could see the chaos unfolding, the last desperate fight against the hunters and rogues who had sought to destroy us. “Together!” I shouted, rallying our friends. We moved as one—Morana at the forefront, her power radiating around us like a shield. The moment we engaged the remaining hunters, I could feel the difference. Morana’s energy infused our attacks with newfound strength, and we pushed back against the darkness that had threatened us. With every clash of metal and every shout of defiance, I felt hope surging through me. Morana’s immense healing power flowed over our injured, restoring their spirits as she fought alongside us.

A young woman walked out of a room that seemed to be the kitchen as a heat wave accompanied by several delicious aroma spread out the moment she opened the door, she had an apron hanging from her neck and tied to her waist, her brown auburn hair danced on her shoulder like waves, her emerald green eyes twinkled as she smiled at the overexcited kid. “Marcus stop running around or you might get injured.” Genevieve said with a smile but Marcus didn’t stop instead he began to shout and jump around more wildly “Yay, I’m finally seven!” he kept yelling as he ran, he then ran towards his mom and jumped into her arms “Mom, I can finally receive the Hunter god’s blessing and move through the shadows

James nodded and replied, “Yes, unfortunately. When I went to the Halcyon Road, I fought against him. He is already at the fifth stage of the Transcendental Bliss Rank. With the addition of his Obsidian Body, he is really powerful. If the hidden powerhouses do not take action, he’s practically invincible.” “I didn’t know,” Xezal said weakly, “The Morro Sect did indeed attack us, but I didn’t see Xayvion. He didn’t show up.” Xezal raised her head, looked at Landry, and said, “You must help me. The Morro Sect is lawless! They attacked my sect and will go after the other forces. They’ve started a bloody war in the Anceralos and Dark World. The Hagios Sect must step forward and preside over the

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.

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n