Khal Moro Novels & Stories

Delilah’s eyes glistened, emotion flickering briefly across her usually guarded features, but she held her composure. Kael’s voice lowered, gentle yet powerful. “He showed us that no one is beyond redemption. That no matter our mistakes, it’s never too late to do the right thing. And for that, we will honor him. For that, he will be remembered as a good man. He will be the remembered as the man who saved two women that would have sided against us and yet have also chosen different side. A different side than family. Family of blood and half chosen to make amends as they became family by choice.”

~Marco's Pov~ At around eleven pm, I woke up to the sound of a buzz on my phone. Still stroking Reina's hair, I picked up the phone, answering quietly. Then, I heard the lost disturbing, disgusting thing that made my blood boil. Rarf broke out of the basement where I kept him and he also killed about fifteen guards before leaving. I felt like punching the wall. How could Inizo let him go? How did he escape from Inizo when Inizo is the best there?

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

Sapphire asked, plucking a small, cream bead that shone pink in the light, they were very pretty. "Pearls." Melanie answered excitedly, stretching her tired arms. "I know a place full of them." "Pearls?!" Sapphire cried in surprise. "Oh yeah," Holly snapped her fingers. "Do you swim with dolphins?" Melanie blinked, then scowled deeply. "Do you ride on broomsticks?" she shot back, offended by the joke. "It's in our bloodline," Holly snapped. "You two just woke up one day with magic." "I was swimming at the beach." Melanie corrected.

"What shall I tell his majesty your name is, my lady?" Searching her bag for more supplies, Mory glanced up at Agamori. "Morana Osulf. But you can call me Mory if you like." Bowing his head slightly, Agamori motioned towards the horses. "Very good. When you are finished here, Morana Osulf, come and find me. We'll be making for home shortly." "Sure thing, Chief." Mory continued tending to wounds as Agamori walked back to the men stacking bodies.

Oh, by the way, Khali, Chase is only seventeen," said Yachne. Khali smiles slightly at Chase. The man smiled at her. "Why is baby Kaleb taking so long? He said he'd come earlier." Gayle said. "He messaged me. He is already outside," says Yachne. "Who's Kaleb?" Khali asked Rye says, "He's a half-assed womanizer." She gave Rye a look. "Is this true?" Khali asked Rye. "Like your team?" "Yes, they share the same blood," said Rye.

I tell her as I clap along with everyone else. Headmaster Stroud reads whatever is written on the bottom of the paper. This is it. It’s me and one more kid left. Which means we’ll both be in the same tier. “For Redwood…” Headmaster Stroud clears his throat. “Khaled Alami.” This time the applause is thunderous, accompanied by whistles and foot stomping. Khaled rubs the back of his head and grins, looking like he just won the lottery but doesn’t know what to do with himself.

All wolves deserves a pack and was granted a pack title by the Alpha, no matter how dark a status the pack may have. It is possible to say they're pursuers from the dark packs. I squint my eyes but as I force myself to look further, my vision began to turn blurry. The moment my head felt light, my body follows weakly falling down. The happening was so fast it's almost too scary. In the midst of losing consciousness, I still witnessed the way the carriage doors opened before a man with white long hair and peculiar purple eyes stares at me with a smirk. "It is beyond the greatest pleasures to lay my humble eyes on you, Luna Leaxandra."

The girl's eyes widened and she leaned forward. Nurlisa chuckled to herself. Can you really say that the day before the girl was lying like a log, not paying attention to anything? "Mairiko," she nodded. - Kleskh curled around her like a fox, do not look that the girl is three springs older, but outlandish beauty. How many bumps he collected for this ... She was good, not like now - a terrible shaft. Many guys would have been glad to drag her into the hayloft when she entered at the right time. Well, what did I say? Ah, well, Dar in Kleskh woke up early. And he couldn't handle it. His Kref was, in my opinion, Morag. You don't know him, he died eight springs ago. So. Morag tormented him. As I

She was so surprised at that gesture, he never did anything caring like that to her before, but she smiled sweetly. "Another night," he patted her head and walked to the door, his angry eyes returned again. "Lord Moriah__" the young man standing in front of him abruptly stooped talking, seeing his red eyes. Because Moriah, the second son of King Ramos and Queen Adelaide, was well known in this kingdom for his anger, atrocities and fighting skills. He was only thirty years old, but already he was one of the greatest swordsman of at that time, his ability could only be compared to his brother's, Nrikawn.