Khal Moro Novels & Stories

After grinning, he waved and shouted, "Hey, Collin!" Amora hugged Khail's legs so tightly, even her back was trembling. "Don't call him! Please!" "Hey, why are you like this, Amora?" Morgan chuckled. Khail gave her an ignorant look. "Yeah, why are you like this?" "I'll explain it to you guys later. But please!" Collin had turned his head from a distance and was already approaching. "What's wrong, Khail?" Khail shook his head with an amused chuckle. "Nothing. I'm just saying hello. Go away, I've got business with Morgan."

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

“But Kael—,” “Which Kael?! Mr Morveth? He hasn’t been in town since his meeting with you ended; I’ve already contacted his secretary. You’re imagining things—thinking you went off with him. Stop this nonsense!” “What? Is Kael still alive?” Alaric pointed to a photo on his mobile phone. “This is Mr Morveth! He’s doing fine in London.” I couldn’t believe my eyes. Alaric was indeed showing a photo of a man attending a formal event, but… that wasn’t the Kaelith I knew.

“What are you doing?” He looked almost delighted by my reaction. “Oh,” he said smoothly, placing a hand over his chest in mock politeness. “Pardon my manners. I am Morrin of…” “Step away from her.” The command cut through the chamber like a blade. Kaelen. The doors behind me had opened again. He stood there, broad shoulders filling the entrance, power rolling off him in quiet waves. His eyes weren’t on the council. They were locked on the stranger. Morrin’s smile widened slightly.

They were silver. I froze. Hunter whispered, “Moon… she has the power of the moon… how?” Valerie’s breath came out in ragged bursts. Power rippled off her in waves, bending the grass, rattling the wooden beams around us. “Xavier,” she choked out. “I… I can’t stop it…” I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her wrists and yanked her toward me, her body slamming into my chest as her wolf fought against itself, against her skin, against the air.

She looks up defiantly at the person sitting in the centre at a big chair, and my fists clench seeing him. Ray The Beta/ Second in command of the hunter clan. He is famous for sleeping around with women for the fun of it, and his hatred towards female wolves, knows no boundaries at it. Thora refuses to lower her eyes, meeting his angry stare and I curse. What is this girl doing! Does she have a death wish! I try to send another mindlink to again find it blocked. Damn Thora! The man is not to be messed with! He can hurt you. "Come here"

We just needed enemies on Zahur’s side of the map, and since we couldn’t buy them at the store, homemade would do just as well. Mostafa sighed. “Khaled Osman is the son of an oil baron and a woman rumored to be a princess. He has more money than he knows what to do with, and everything he has that’s liquid, he spends on women. I deal with him often.” “So, your work isn’t exclusive.” I nodded. “Perfect. Most games on this side of the ocean are small enough that all the big players are acquainted. What about over there?” “Small enough,” Mostafa said. “Why?”

The ringing sound of the doorbell follows. “Coming!” I get up and head to the door to find out who it is and what the person wants. I can't think of anyone who will be at the door this late at night. “How can I help you?” I question, scanning the unfamiliar figure I meet behind the door. His All-black clothing makes me instantly suspicious of him. “Are you Valery Hale?” The stranger asks back with his hands behind his back. How does he know my name? “Yes. How can I help you?” I ask again, still trying to decode his intentions.

KYLE'S POV I squinted my brows as I looked amongst the crowd searching for a particular figure. Looking closely I noticed that I couldn't find the figure. No, that shouldn't be happening. I frowned and sat well then looked again closely only to see that the figure I was looking for was missing. "Guards." I frowned calling out to the guards who were by my side. "Yes, Alpha." The guards answered as they rushed over. "Where's that maid?" I frowned.

she responded. The door opened and Colfre emerged. He wears a white flexible armor with the emblem of Hymir on his chest, wearing black inner clothes and a black cloak that he usually wears when he is in rotations. He has a wrapper in his left arm the same color as her peach nightgown. He put his right hand on his chest and bowed as he went near his queen’s bed. “The bath is ready, my queen.” Morrigan nodded and slid out of her bed, Colfre watched her intently. His eyes never leaving the woman in front of him, he watches as Morrigan’s long raven locks sway with her hips and her nightgown dances with the graceful strides of his queen.