Khal Moro Novels & Stories

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.

Kai The murderous intent coming from Xamnir nearly knocked me out cold, and I pulled Caterina behind me. Xamnir has cold blue eyes, hair so light it looks translucent, and a body built the same as mine. Everything about him screamed the word ‘Alpha’; I could see where our bloodline got its appearance from. I know if I had to take him on, I would come out second best. “Kai?” Caterina says, gripping my arm tight. “Who… who is this?” I look back at her, the fear clearly showing in my eyes and mouth the word.

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.

Leo replied as he came into the kitchen/living room. "He's not like Haden, is he?" I asked nervously. "Well... he's an Alpha," Leo said through gritted teeth. "We're all twats." "I see you're finally self-aware," I said. "Who is this Alpha?" I asked. "He's in the alliance and Alpha of a Russian pack called Polnoluniyesevera, which in English means Full moon of the north, a bit of a mouth full I know. Anyway, his name is Xander Kuznetsov, he's 21, mateless and likely to be the most powerful Alpha in Russia," Leo explained.

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”

Kharl’s POV Kharl did not confront Elder Morwen. Not yet. Open defiance would only strengthen the Seer’s hold. Morwen thrived on resistance. On being seen as the immovable pillar between chaos and order. If Kharl challenged him openly, the pack would fracture along belief lines, not loyalty. And belief was harder to kill than rebellion. So Kharl did what Morwen never expected. He looked backward. The investigation began quietly, the way all dangerous truths had to. No summons. No accusations. No council records requested under Alpha authority. Kharl moved through forgotten corridors and sealed archives with only two trusted shadows at his back—warriors sworn to silence long before loyalty.

Thalira collapsed to her knees, her body shaking, her eyes pleading and terrified, staring up at Morvienne who was silently watching her without offering to help, blind to the fact that Morvienne was the source. "Thalira!" Kael's voice boomed through the hall, shattering the silence. Instantly, the invisible grip vanished. Morvienne gasped, blinking as if waking from a trance. She watched as Kael rushed forward, dropping to the floor to support a gasping, sobbing Thalira.

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.