Khal Moro Novels & Stories

Amira said "May I know the noble prince or king who has asked for my sisters hands?" Keon asked "King Amir,the ruler of the Vartell kingdom and seven kingdoms" Queen Tarah replied Amira was speechless, she felt like she had been stabbed in her heart, she was frozen lost in her anguish, she was hurt badly. She had turned pale by the news and contributed less to the conversation going on between Keon and his mother. Keon noticed the he paleness of her face, he also noticed how absent minded she had become.

"What are you talking about? You said that a live-in son-in-law destroyed the All Beings Sect's main altar? Someone you could not defeat?" "Yes!" Moloch was ashamed. He wiped his sweat and said in trepidation, "That person has a strange power. I was using the technique you taught me, but that person got me cornered nonetheless. Fortunately, I was witty. I destroyed the main hall and escaped. Otherwise, I would have died." Bonnie's eyes flickered and asked impassively, "What's the person's name? Where is he from?" Sigh! Moloch exhales. He could not contain the resentment in his heart when he hissed. "The man is called Darryl. He is from Pearl City, the Damien's Family live-in son-in-law—"

Bethany Wright. Self acclaimed queen bee of Malcolm High. Head of the cheerleading squad and girl friend to the most popular guy in school, Christian Hales. It was such a wonder how cool headed, reserved Christian landed himself such a bitch. She was definitely with him for the money, the fame, and definitely the sex. News fly around the school and Makaila's ears were always open for the gist.

Hella started laughing before she said, “No one wants this cursed land or the wolves cast upon it.” “ALPHA!” I cringed at hearing Mora calling out at me and peered over at Aria, narrowing her eyes in Mora's direction. “Why is Chloe here?” Aria questioned and Hella answered, “That's Mora, Chloe's cousin. They are very similar, in looks and attitude.” The young woman's eyebrow raised as she watched Mora rush up before me then wrap her arms around my neck. I exhaled sharply while she planted a possessive kiss on the corner of my lips.

Khael and Vastian flank us, their bodies silent flames beside mine, the air between us thick with need. The altar is cold beneath my bare feet as I step up, but it welcomes me as one of its own. I feel it hum against my soles—recognising me, accepting me. They surround me. My kings. My beasts. Khael is all intensity and shadowed fire, the kind of man who looks at you like he can see your soul—and still wants you anyway. His power pulses around him now, unchained. The full moon has gifted him his complete form, and I feel it in the marrow of my bones. His skin gleams like he’s been carved from midnight, my mark glowing across his chest, alive with something ancient.

“They were too noisy, mo pheata.” Gator shakes his head at Sidhe, causing a piece of his purplish raven hair to fall over one of his steel grey eyes. “Overkill as usual, ma Doudou,” he says then sweeps his hair back into place with a tattooed bronzed hand. Gator or Tee is an MMA champion and a former gang leader from Louisiana. “Yep, but you love me!” Sidhe says before kissing Gator. Here we go again. I roll my eyes. This is normal for the Death Kings.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

The noise seemed to stop for a moment and then with one loud, Morag broke through the barrier Shadow Abyss, destroying the last travel of guardian energy. He stands directly in front of Helixia, an evil smile spreads across his face. "It's good to finally meet you, the chosen one," Morag. Helixia's shock turns to a desperate question. "How can you look exactly like my father?"

“So she’s… already in rehab?” He nodded. “It was the only way to keep her safe… and prevent more damage.” I sank onto the bed beside him, the weight of the news pressing down, but relief mixing with gratitude. “Wow… I can’t believe it,” I whispered. He leaned back, casual, maddeningly calm. He said he also needed to tell me about Khalid Al-Malzoui.”I struck a deal with one Khalid Al-Malzoui” He began, and I watched his expression carefully, reading the slight smirk that danced on his lips. “A multi-trillionaire in dollars. For a network spread across Africa… Morocco, Egypt, Ethiopia.”

Something with the way he smiled, did not set well with her, there was a starnge jealousy, something she oculd not name, something she did not want to name. Buried herself in work and a romantic book was her exit from the world however now, someone was occupying her mind nowadays. Something that did not set well with her morals. . Later that day Ansuhka was instructed to give Abhinn and Dinesh the resume file, at last she was given two resumes, one of them was janvi’s to call her and issue an appointment letter to her as the new ielts teacher at STRAIGHLINE the starnge ache was back in her chest