In Morpheus Arms Novels & Stories

he requested I explained everything that had happened in the library in detail to Vincent, it was surprising how I could not tell him before, but I could tell him now without feeling any pain. " Morpheus has the ability to possess anyone but first he must get permission from the person" he said after I finished explaining it to him "he tells you things to slowly get into your head, and when you say his name, it means you have given him permission to possess your body" he explained, before cleaning my hand, and wrapping it in a bandage. I could feel goosebumps on my body, I could not believe I was almost manipulated and controlled. "I am sorry for putting you in danger, I never expect that he

Iris said, and Roger nodded. “Now, Arman, Dominic, Stavros… I need to have a balance of all the armed forces available… We need to know the headcount and level of training. Teams and designated commanders for each group,” I said, and they nodded. “Just so you know, in my realm we have worked on a special armour…” Dominic surprised me, “It is light and quite effective, but it is bulletproof, leaving very few vulnerable spots for our guys to get hit with a bullet… in this case, the serum,” he informed me, and I smirked.

It was large and heavy, and made entirely out of stone, just like the armor was. This was Deus Armis – the Armor of the Gods. It was a powerful King Lease that allowed one to be clad in the forces of chaos. It was one of the ultimate sources of protection. This Lease manipulated the area around to produce a set of protective gear and an offensive weapon of your choosing. Today, Mane chose a sword. Maybe tomorrow he will choose a hammer. The platform here was the raw material manipulated by the Lease in this scenario. And even more amazing was that the Lease maintained the armor’s connection to the platform, which meant that even if it was breached it would be repaired, just like the platform

"I would like to ask a question regarding my.. dreams.. these days." Morpheus' eyes glowed an iridescent yellow as he beams, almost jumping from his chair like an excited child, clapping his hands in what seemed to be triumph. The wine god merely cocks his head in confusion. "Ah, sorry—" Morpheus smiles sheepishly, "–Do go on."

, the head of the vampire guards said, as the gate was promptly opened. "Close the gate and gather around all of you!", Ambrosia ordered, as he got into the yard of his mansion. He looked intense with blood stains covered on most parts of his body. They were not his blood. They were a mixture of werewolves and vampires blood that had been killed on the battlefield.

He would have his vengeance today. Adrastus found himself shoved out of the way as Todd's wolf barreled into him, and he instinctively released April to prevent her from getting hurt as he fell. Time seemed to slow down as he witnessed Zade hurtling into April with his claws extended and a gutwrenching cry was wrenched from his soul as she bore the full brunt of his attack. But April didn't buckle under his weight, instead, she slowly lowered herself to the ground, a look of sadness crossing her features as she wrapped an arm around Zade's neck, sighing as her eyes filled with tears. But something wasn't quite right. And as Adrastus looked closer he noticed both of Zade's arms hung by his si

They are made of mud and a mixture of dark power. Then the secret tunnel is ... It's inside Metanoia. "Now." Azure said as he took a kunai knife from his pocket and quickly threw at our opponents. Two were immediately hit in the back of the neck. Because based on our study, the energy of the Morosis comes from the back of their necks and once you hit them, they will die immediately. Just as Hygge did I also took the kunai knife and rushed at our oponent. We killed twenty morosis effortlessly. We gasped as we leaned against the large tree behind us. While watching the morosis as they gradually melted and disappeared.

Looking to the other side of the bed I smile when I see that Morbius is still here. As I look at him laying there still in sleep my thighs clench. My eyes trace his features as I move toward him slowly. The lines of worry that crease his face are gone. One could even say that he looks nice and peaceful like this instead of mean and burly. The sleeves of the robe on his arms have been rolled up to reveal his muscular nature. Unable to resist my hand reaches out to touch the smooth skin as I trace one of the veins lightly. His arm gives a light twitch as a response.

She winks out of existence, leaving them alone in the library. “How do we wake up?” Ash says, standing quickly, Kai shrugs. “Morpheus?” Ash calls, loud but not shouting. The God walks into the room. He is a seven-foot-four, thin man with pale almost luminous skin, square face, large round glowing pale blue eyes, Greek nose, heart shaped lips and short tidy stubble. He also has horns curling from his forehead over the top of his head. Kai stands up, “Could you wake us up, please? Something happened to her, we need to do something.” He nods, frowning and clicks his fingers.

"I don't care." --- The vision pulled me in. Not through choice—through force. One moment I was in Luna Rose's room. The next, I stood in a frozen wasteland, the wind howling, the sky black. Morpheus sat on a throne of ice. He was not what I expected. Not monstrous—beautiful, in a terrible way. His fur was the color of old snow, his eyes like frozen lakes. He held no weapon. He didn't need one. "Luna of Many Faces."