Khal Moro Novels & Stories

I felt like I was being swallowed by something as I moved into the luxurious house. Then he led me into what looks like a study, and immediately I walk inside my throat goes dry as my gaze settles on him.. Meeting Kairos Morrell wasn’t what I expected…. The kairos Morrell, the most powerful mob boss in the state is sitting calmly with no hint of cruelty in his expression as he watched me.. If you’re wondering how I recognized him so quickly? Well asides from him being the king of the Irish mafia he was also a very successful, wealthy and power business man, one so influential he was feared and respected by everyone in town.

Ms Reina replied. Noah scratched the back of his head and stretched his arms then began to speak, "Well, unlike all of you, I wasn't reincarnated. I was alive the whole time and fighting this war for millennia. I've met the Calma staff for several years now. It's just recently though that I got to know Maura. I only have one purpose and that is to destroy the entity that appeared before us a while ago, Moros, the daemon of doom. I won't let Elpis' sacrifice go to waste. As long as Moros lingers the surface of the earth, strife has no end." For the first time, Noah didn't look goofy. He's actually determined, and I can see a fire in his eyes showing all of us how passionate he is.

I was done submitting. “Who the hell is that?” I hissed to Darius. Darius’s face was gray. “Alpha King Moros. Rules all Northern packs. Age: unknown. Last war: killed 3 Alphas in one night. Reason: someone looked at him wrong.” Great. Kieran stepped in front of me. In front of Rylan. One hand pressed to the bullet wound in his side, blood seeping between his fingers. The other hand out, claws extended. “Show yourself!” he roared.

“No Alpha patrols that water. No human settlements. No threat of being chased. And if it’s who I think it is, the isolation is perfect for him.” “Who?” Alexandro asked. “Maeron.” The name struck something in Alexandro. He’d heard it only in whispers. Legends passed from one campfire to the next. A sea-born being, a ruler of forgotten creatures, rumored to rise once every hundred years. “He’s a myth,” Alexandro said, though his voice held no certainty. Valerian shook his head. “No. He’s very real. And if he’s taken your wife… it means she’s not who we think she is.”

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

He muttered. I sank into a chair, taking in everything he had said. I felt overwhelmed, but also a little bit intrigued by the idea of someone very powerful. “And who is the lady you brought from wherever you went to?” Thalos asked. Khalid shifted back immediately, folding his arms as he was also still wondering why I did what I did. “Her name's Mira, and she's a rogue, or an omega. I'm not sure which one.” I shrugged. “And?”

Did she said, Kaizer ? No! That's not kaizer. I guess it's not kaizer. Oh damn, Zachariah! It's not kaizer okay !? It's not kaizer. She didn't said Kaizer! I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before turning my attention back to Kimora. She's pretty. Her eyelashes, her eyebrows, her nose. I really like her face. Every angle of her pretty face. I can’t afford to suffer someone like her at the hands of Gangsters and Mafia. I promise that I will save you from everything when you can't fight back. I will protect you when something bad happens. I will be your knight in shining armor. I will be your bulletproof. I will be your Superman. Your Savior and lastly, your husband. I will promise to my

One stopped me before I could get to the stairs. “Uhm, princess, there’s a man here who says he needs to see you. It's slightly unsettling. He looks like Hep, but his name is Khalith. Do you know anyone by that name, or did Hep have any children previously?” Tourmaline’s wings fluttered a little faster than normal.

"Mr. Adzharia, you have been chosen by Ms. Phalli Chandra VP of International Finance." Where Khalid was patently African-American, his mentor was African – most likely central African, like Congo, or Cameroon. She was in her early thirties and sculpted in a way that made me think I wouldn't mind wrestling her even though I wasn't sure who would win. "You have an excellent grasp of linguistics as I recall."