In Morpheus Arms Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Won't it hunt us?" "No. I led it right into my trap, and I am certain it is trapped now." "That's very strategic and great." I looked at his side and saw the tear on his arm. "Your arm—" "Do not worry about it. I will heal." I could not help but feel that Morpheus looked a little tense. I sucked in a sharp breath and returned my gaze to the roof of the tent. "I miss my family so badly. I miss my brother and father. I was closer to them before they died."

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.

Everything was perfect until reality crept in. CASPIAN. 'Alpha, headcount?' My Beta asked me through our mindlink, and I knew he was asking for casualty numbers since I would feel whenever a pack member died or was heavily injured. Years of training and preparation were still not enough to guarantee a successful defense, but we were doing much better than we've been in the past. 'Zero.' I answered smugly as I pivoted and aimed the spear in my hand directly at the rogue wolf in front of me. I drove the spear into his neck and pinned him to the ground before smashing his wolf face with my foot.

The ruins floated around me like broken temples from forgotten times, their pieces levitating slowly, dreamlike, impossibly majestic and terrifying all at once. And in the center of it all stood Morpheus. No longer confined by human shape or Anton’s borrowed form, he had grown. His body towered like a shadow stitched from smoke and bone, his fingers too long, his face shifting every second, sometimes beautiful, sometimes monstrous, sometimes familiar enough to make me freeze. His eyes were bottomless pits of night, reflecting everything I feared. “You’ve come far,” he said, his voice an echo in itself. “But this is the place where even hope breaks. You are mine now.”

Those who had worked their way out of the novice ranks and were trusted enough to control their own minds wore their facial expressions like masks, barely covering the bubbling mixture of exhilaration and fear which simmered just below the surface of their composure. “You alright?” Ally asked, her skin almost luminous in the pale light. I nodded, not trusting my voice enough to speak out my anxieties. I had helped Morpheus with his armour, marvelling at the gold-plated breast plate which had been engraved with a poppy – the symbol of the Dreamlands. He looked so dashing – like a knight from my wildest dreams – that it was hard to maintain serious about the whole fight... until I remembered t

Chapter 6 Selene p.o.v My room may look peaceful but my head feels tight, like it's being squeezed from the inside. The sunlight burns my cheeks earning a groan from me. I stood and walked slowly to the mirror. I stared at my reflection, weighing my options silently. “Should I just stay at home?” I sighed. Memories of last night suddenly washed over me giving me a shivering sensation. I remembered how his strong arms held the knife, how he looked in those small shorts. The way he frowns and glared at me like I was the most annoying person.

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

Declan grabbed my arm. "Noble. Stupid, but noble." Marcus aimed at my chest. "Step aside or I shoot through you to get to him." "Then shoot through me." For a moment, I thought he would. Saw his finger tighten on the trigger. Saw the calculation in his eyes. Then the door burst open. Agent Morrison and a dozen federal agents flooded the room, weapons drawn. "Marcus Hale, drop the weapon!" Morrison shouted. Marcus spun, gun swinging toward the agents. "This is not over. I have evidence. I have proof—"

Hayato said. "Well i got a loaded Desert eagle behind my bra and a G18 on my Laps... They're free to get it but not after chopping off their hands with the knives in my sleeves". Morgana said. Hayato raised his hand up and the guards retreated their guns. "Very well my lady shall we move to business?". Hayato said. "That's what I want to hear, i heard you could get me whatever arm I need ". Morgana said licking her lips. "Of course, it comes with a price, not money but an operation you carry out for me". Hayato said..

For a weapon hostler, it sure was pretty and complimented my tiny waist and wide hips. "I bet Delphina's giving him milk from a feeding bottle right now."Bren cracked. "And he's whining as usual. 'Delphina, can I not drink this? It's too thick.'"Nyx laughed. I didn't look to the side to see if Zephyros was smiling. I didn't even want to see his face so I glued my eyes to the golden hem of my red tunic. "Ah." Morpheus announced his presence. "Mocking Lord Vas now, are we? What'd I miss?"