Khal Moro Novels & Stories

Getting back her son was. Aren't you going to say something?" I demanded, wiping away a hot tear. Anything? Lilika stood and walked up to me. As she wiped away another runaway tear, she told me; "Doria, you brought this upon yourself. What am I supposed to do?" I pulled away, shocked at her statement. Yes, I knew Lilika to be a cold and calculated woman. Not a ravenous bitch who looked out for number one. My phone chimed and I chose to escape. I pushed past Lilika not minding the rough shoulder bump I gave her. I snatched the phone and looked at the caller's I.D. Katherine. I hated that bitch. But not more than I hated Nik and his mother at the moment. So without hesitation, I hit the acce

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

It was a lullaby of nothingness. "Where is he?" Ronan muttered, his voice oddly flat in the dead air. "There," Kael said, pointing. Far down the beach, a figure sat in a simple chair made of driftwood, looking out at the sea. He was tall and thin, dressed in robes the colour of the sky. His hair was long and grey. This was Morpheus, the Shaper of Dreams. The Sleeper.

[Nero Orantri Occupation: President of Noxus Corporation Mission: Find and Assassinate Nero Orantri Reward: 5,000 IW Tokens] Nero Orantri a former IW Assassin Rank One. He is rank one for nine years. Expert in 42 different languages, an expert in combat. He earned the nickname Master Tactician. He wants to start a war by forming an alliance with our enemies. I've been in this job for three years. While I'm hunting the person that marks himself as the genius at this line of work.

He promised me that he would consider me for the role if I completed my training, but what did I expect from a beast who has murdered three of his wives? I clench my jaw, then look at the two men in front of me; both imposing and tall with the air of Russian royalty about them. Kai Volkov was everything the rumours said and more; tall, built like a panzer tank, and no emotion evident in his blue eyes. The intimidation in his scent is enough to keep me submissive because, truth be told, he scared the Hell out of me. The other one, Viktor, not so much. He seems more like the bookish type, not a warrior, but I wouldn’t fuck with him either way. The Blood Crest pack didn’t have a terrible reputa

Moha cleared his throat and responded, “I am Moha, and that woman behind me, her name is Nowo. We are from the defender’s base. It’s my pleasure to meet you.” -----“Never judge a book by its cover. Sometimes a creature with a nice appearance tends to be more evil than a creature with a scary appearance.”-----

She could feel his gaze, like a weight on her shoulders. "So, my dear Danielle, the future Luna of destroyed Selene," Khal said, his voice smooth as silk while he mocked the destruction of kingdom Selene and alpha Cyrus’s inability to be a good leader. "How are you enjoying your stay in my mansion?" Khal was intentionally provoking her knowing she would not be able to keep hearing it without bursting.

Right now I had to focus on getting the Obsidian and we would tackle Maggie’s issue later. “Wow, he got here so fast. I doubt that the party has even begun,” Billy said and the door to the back of the Van opened revealing Khal. He hadn’t changed a bit. His physique was still as it had been and his smile was radiant as always. I couldn’t help but wonder if Charlotte had told him about her miscarriage yet. “It’s good to see you again, Maeve,” Khal said and handed the Obsidian which was in a mini drawstring pouch bag.

Said Yachne "To whom?" Khali

she tells him. Finally, they seem to notice me, his mother’s head turning to face me. Kael seems to relax, as I interrupt their heated conversation. I watch as his mother stands. Kara, I believe her name is, if my memory serves me correctly. “Oh, mother. This is Jada, my mate,” Kael says softly. Kara smiles. Even in her age, she looks stunning, so much more beautiful than I ever imagined. She reaches up, grabbing my face within her hands.