Khal Moro Novels & Stories

If it came down to shooting her, she wasn't entirely positive he'd pull the trigger. "Password?" Khalil asked. "19Sabbagh81." Khalil frowned at her. "My mother's maiden name and the year my parents were married. My mother's family was from Iraq." "And you came back to kill your people?" "I wanted to help make things better." Khalil sat a few feet away from her, legs crossed, laptop balanced on his thighs. "There's a file on the desktop labeled Important. Inside is a document. It's a copy of an email with a link. Click the link." She leaned her head back against the pole and shut her eyes.

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.

"Who is he?" Rhea turned to look in the direction Moira was staring and said that he was Morgan Haley, a luxury watch entrepreneur who did indeed love jewelry and always participate in auctions to add to his collection. This man had a large collection. Losing one piece wouldn't matter to him. That was why he looked calm even though he had been defeated by Bella since then. Defeated in the bidding, Moira couldn't wait to go home, but Rhea invited her to enjoy coffee at a cafe she knew.

“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.”

after a while he calmed down and asked gently " So the package is located in Konstantin's home? " " Yes " Santana replied. " Any means to enter there? " He asked. " No outsider is allowed to enter Konstantin's home except his heartthrob." Mattia responded " Her name is Iris. Konstantin's weakness. She is an orphan whom Konstantin fell Head over heel in love with " " Did the lady reciprocate the feelings? " Maximo asked curiously. " No, not when he killed her parents in cold blood when she refused him "