Khal Moro Novels & Stories

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

“Just one.” “Who are they?” Cillian inquired. “My reflection when I change,” Mordeu answered. Cillian let out a breath, turning his eyes away. However, Kai did not seem like he understood. “What?” he asked. Mordeu was left with no choice but to spell it out. “I am a red wolf.” Kai sprung to his feet. “That’s why you smelled different,” Cillian said. “You have to come with me,” Kai ordered.

She wondered how they were in some sort of magical place yet there were crocs. Mrs. Hasse looked over to the supposed woman. “And who might this young one be?”, she smiled at the silver-haired woman in front of her. Hughes stood in attention as he respects the Witch of Neverwhere. “Madam Hasse,”, he lowered his gaze as if to bow. “She is Selina, the heir of Kósmima.” The old woman chuckled. Selena meanwhile, was left baffled by what Hughes said. “Or that is what you might think she is.”

Then, noticing the silence, he blinked down at the massive gathering of armed soldiers. "Oh," the young man murmured, blinking his golden eyes. "Well. Hello there." Dead, stunned silence followed. Kael frowned deeply, lowering the tip of his broadsword an inch as he glanced toward the old healer. "Morwen... tell me that isn't the legendary Dragon King. He looks like he belongs in a basic academy classroom, not leading an ancient species." Morwen gave a slow, regular nod. "Unfortunately, Kael, that is exactly him." The young man jumped down from the dragon’s nose, executing a flawless, graceful landing on the cracked stone tiles. He stood up, casually dusting a stray fleck of ash off his leat

“Then stop treating me like—” “Not now.” The edge in my voice cut through whatever she was about to say. Good. We didn’t have time for this. The woman stopped a few feet from the gate. Close enough to speak. Far enough to stay safe. Smart. “Alpha Kael,” she said. Not a question. A statement. I didn’t react. “You have the advantage of me,” I replied. “State your name.” She smiled slightly. “Dr. Elara Voss.” Human.

"You look stronger. The sickness has started?" I looked at him in shock, my hand unknowingly reaching over to cover my belly. “You knew? You knew that this would happen?” A thin smile spread on his face. It wasn't evil, just full of a wild certainty. "It was always a possibility. A very welcome one." “Who are you?” I managed to say, voicing out the words from my mouth loud, my voice shaking with anger and fear. “My name is Kael. I am the Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack,” he said.

"Don't talk nonsense! I already know my real father, he's just a loser. We saw him every day when I was a kid." The caller burst out laughing. "He's not your father! He may be your mom's husband, but he's not your real father! Your father is the one who got your mom pregnant but didn't marry her. He is Karrel Kyne Wales, an Alpha, the first heir, who should lead Pack Kyne." The information shocked both of them. Especially Alpha Darren because his uncle was long gone from Pack Kyne, and had not even been mentioned, as if he did not exist.

One evening, Mora brought out a shallow bowl of dark, still water-a scrying pool. “Look,” she commanded. “See what fate has brought your Alpha.” I hesitated, not wanting to see Kael’s smug, triumphant face. But my desire for revenge pushed me to lean over the dark surface. The water shimmered, revealing the familiar great hall of the Lunar Pack. Kael was there, but he didn’t seem strong. He looked worn out, his movements sharp and irritable. He wore long-sleeved tunics, even inside. He rubbed his left forearm-the one I had healed.

“You remember that, okay?” “The sky's not big enough,” Daenerys mumbled into my shirt. “Moon then.” “The moon's still small.” “Whole universe.” She gave one tiny nod, satisfied for now. Morris hooked pinkies with each of them. “We’re coming for you. As soon as we can. Pinky swears on every star.” Daemon’s voice came out small and wet. “Promise?” “Swear on my life, little man.” Kelly appeared at the curb like he’d materialized from the dark itself. Black tactical vest, earpiece, eyes constantly moving. “We need to move.”

"I heard of a visitor today...would you mind telling me her name?" "That is confidential information, you should know that." Valeria replied, concentrating on what she was writing. "I really need to confirm something, I am a staff. Am I not?" She asked hoping to get a positive answer. "Her name is Dana Hamilton, and she is from Hamilton's enterprise." Valeria said, "Is that all you want to know, or do you want to bombard me with more questions?" "That is all I want to know...thank you." She said and left the office. Valeria sighed and looked up from her paper. She knew that Dana was Clara's mother because it was very clear from the looks of the woman. Clara looked more like her mother than h