In Morpheus Arms Novels & Stories

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.

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..

He's so close I can smell his shampoo, see the color in his lips. I step closer, reaching out to him. It's like I'm being propelled by a force greater than myself. His fingers wind around mine, and it's a perfect fit. Like we've been holding hands this whole time. All these days. All these years. "We will have to fight them, though." His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me against his chest. "It's only a matter of time before we have to face them." "Who?" "The Silver Hunters." His fingers run through my hair. “They’ve attacked Hawthorn before.”

I did, though my mind was racing far too quickly. “Morpheus is a water-element sorcerer,” Niobe began softly. “A very powerful one. Perhaps the strongest still alive.” She snapped her book shut and came closer. “His magic isn’t like ordinary water elementals. He can use mist to hide auras, illusions, even distort certain movements in time.” My throat tightened. “That’s… why he seems to disappear?” “Yes,” Siphora replied. “A sorcerer like him is slippery. Impossible to find unless he wants to be found.”

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

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?"

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

Morpheus made all of those assertions while grinning from ear to ear and doing so with a great deal of self-assurance and words of reassurance. "Are you sure that's the only thing you need from me?" I questioned him once more because I was unsure whether or not such a simple work would be sufficient for my purposes. "You will help us in the same way. Let's give them the impression that they are in charge, and as soon as their defences are down when we catch them off guard, we'll knock them out with a powerful punch." Morpheus, who was bubbling over with joy, exclaimed those words with a smile on his face as he let out a raucous laugh.

A massive, soundproofed stateroom with mahogany paneling, a ceiling that mimicked a starry night sky, and a floor-to-ceiling panoramic window that looked out into the crushing blackness of the ocean depths. Underwater, Jack’s combat instincts whispered. Submersible mode. He tried to swing his legs out of bed, but a sudden, searing weight on his right side stopped him. He looked down. His right arm—the Cursed Arm—was no longer wrapped in Ben’s makeshift dirty bandages. It was encased in a sleek, transparent sleeve of medical-grade polymer. Inside the sleeve, the arm looked terrifying. The skin was entirely jet black, like obsidian, but beneath the surface, veins pulsed with a slow, rhythmic v

It glances off his chest with a hard thump. Instead of falling over, he pauses, then looks at me with murder in his eyes. Ares is in awful shape, but his anger is beyond feeling mortal pain. I try to secure my sword with both hands, but it’s impossible. My bad arm feels numb, but not numb like I would expect it to with a severe shoulder injury. I look down at my arm. Black veins are spreading down to my fingers. I crane my neck to see my shoulder. The edges of the wound are black and peeling away from my body.