Khal Moro Novels & Stories

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

Sharmaine tried to walk towards her mother but was stopped by Mark. “Sharmaine Halley, your mother Pandora Mohini is a sinner of the Mohini family. She is currently serving the punishment of ice and snow piercing her bones. If she could not be forgiven by the Mohini family, she would endure that pain forever, day after day, year after year. Vampires don't die, Pandora Mohini will suffer forever." Mark is cruel, eyes like the night.

____ ____ "Because no one else can do it. Opening the prison isn't just waiting for five centuries, the person who opens it must be a really strong person. And..." "And?" Noah asked curiously. "And only a special person can open it without having to wait five centuries." Baba Farra Fanga II took a sip of his drink. Recalling past events made his emotions increase. "Who is that person Baba? The one who has imprisoned the Magic King, that very powerful person." Noah is really confused by all this. Why doesn't he know anything? "He's Beliast Aberdeen. A very powerful person, he's the first person to open the Dungeon's Shadow Prison or even the last person to be able to open it."

The smoke coiled into the air like grasping fingers, rising to the full moon that peered through the treetops. A man stepped forward from the circle, tall, gaunt, his skin drawn tight over sharp bones. His cloak was darker than the rest, and the hood cast his features in shadow. He was called Morwen, one of the few men permitted into the Ashen Kin, not by birth but by initiation. It was he who had been sent to Chloe. It was he who had touched her blood, lifted the curse of vampirism, and left her breathing when his true orders had demanded death. Now, he bowed low before the altar.

°°°Introduction°°° Marriott keerthi Kyler Age :24 Occupation : Senior paranormal reporter. Nature : Calm , cute , decent girl. Half Bangladeshi - Half Australian. °°°Another identity°°° The Mate of The Mysterious Lord of Vampire .. ❤️❤️Glimpse of future❤️❤️

This is perfect. “Are all Packs like this? If so then I want to see them,” I murmur, standing against the railing, feeling the soft sea breeze brush against my face. A beach, coloured bright white and yellow stretches down both sides of the house. This Pack seems abnormally large. I can’t help but wonder how the Alpha manages this all. Kael comes up behind me, leaning up against me, hands on the railing in front of me. “This one is the only coastal Pack. The rest of coastal land is owned by Immortals. This Pack is special in its own.”

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."

After a few seconds he slams it open again. "What the hell dude.." Reece exclaims. "Happy birthday Morgana.. and um welcome to the pack I guess..." Aaron says and escapes one more time through the door. I turn around and look at Reece who offers me a warm smile. "It's Charles.." I say to him and his facial expression goes from happy to sad in a matter of seconds. "Well, tell him to scram.." He says moving towards me. 'Who the hell is Charles and why is he interrupting us?' My wolf asks from inside me but I just ignore her.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

He realized that was the thing that kept on pulling him into her- the enigma, puzzle and huge question mark that was K. "I'm Jewish, we don't believe in hell," he simply put, grinning at her sardonically and not putting up with her sneaky little deride. "It doesn't matter if my moral compass is pointed way down the South Pole. And I'm single, I'm twenty-fucking-eight, I've no obligation and debts to pay for. I'm just trying to live my life." He tried to justify. "Okay. Great," K raised her brows and bit her lip enticingly.