In Morpheus Arms Novels & Stories

His little brother jumps in excitement as he runs his hand on his hair, disheveling it. Amalia and her mum sat under the shelter in the yard, and Amalia place the guitar on the table, Mrs. Bella wondered what she was doing with it...little did she know, that her adorable daughter could play and sing beautifully..." mum, I going to sing you a song" She informs bringing out the guitar from the bag, Mrs. Bella was surprised yet happy she was going to sing for her...On the other hand, Ethan was watching at the corner, not wanting to spoil the mother and daughter fun moment...She plays on the guitar for a little while, testing it out..." I will be singing you a song titled 'Arms' by Christina Per

He's out of the bathroom already, and his boxers is already covering the lower part of his body. He's currently patching his chest wound, and for a minute straight, Pearl couldn't form a word. From her spot, she could count like six moles on his visible body, and they're so brutally beautiful, just like him. His six packs stood balanced on his ripped chest, and his chiseled abs looks professionally sculptured. His masculine veins rippled through his skin, especially the skin on his forearms, and two veins ran down his tummy, to his incredible v-line which led to his...

He wasn't affected by the wound. Terry understood and took her out. Seeing the door close, she withdrew her gaze. "Mr. Terry, why did you two suddenly appear at the dock?" He explained, "Mr. Morgan auctioned a few items online. They shipped them by sea. We went over to pick them up. We didn't expect you to have an accident." Hearing this, she nodded. She didn't expect such a coincidence, either. "But I seemed to hear gunshots," she whispered. He explained calmly, "Mr. Morgan is a very important figure. His bodyguards must have some special equipment."

Arms like tree trunks rippling with bands of muscle protruded on either side of him, with hands the size of catcher’s mitts, capable of crushing skulls and windpipes alike. Helios, like the three others, was a finely tuned weapon. A blunt instrument of death with no choice but to obey. My response seemed to soothe some of the turmoil inside of him, calming the flames that danced in his eyes. They melted to a warm glow that reminded me of simmering coals.

Em warned the soldier. "I won't." Aeon promised reluctiently before ending the call. She stood on top of the railings and pulled out her two guns. Her dual pistols, along with firing bullets, had a second featcher of being grapling guns. Though they were still in the testing phase they had shown promise on the battlefield.

"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.

Paul’s arms were wrapped around my waist as his chin rested on my shoulder. We were in the middle of the forest in Blue Meadows Pack territory. Tonight, we would be running in our wolves form for the first time, something that I have always looked forward to. My hands reached for his on my stomach as I nodded my head. "Yes. Rose has been dying to run with Axel. You had no idea how badly she wanted to shift when we were fighting with those rogues so she could lick and snuggle with Axel." I giggled before I continued. "I had to remind her we were on the battlefield and not in lover’s lane."

“Damien…It’s me.” Morpheus snarled. Damien’s body lunged toward me, white flames sparking from his hands—but they faltered mid-flight, dimming before they could strike. His arm twitched, faltered. He was fighting, I stepped closer. “Don’t let him take you away,” I said. “I can’t lose you like this, you have to fight it.” “No,” Morpheus roared, his voice fracturing like stone under fire. “He is mine now!”

Ethan stood tall, his immaculate blue suit hugging his broad shoulders. His dark hair was finely shaped, and his heavy brows complemented his hawk-like gaze, making his presence rather unsettling. One could swear he was a model for some top agency—a sexy but intimidating model. Ethan was built like a Roman or Greek god. He might have been mixed-race or purely white, but his tanned skin suggested either too much sun or perhaps frequent spa visits. Either way, it achieved impressive results, making him appear anything but pale.