Knox Morgan Character Mga Nobela at Kwento

He squinted in the sunlight, the figure was far too tall to be Cara. Feigning slight disappointment he crouched down to pet the dog. “Archer?” The voice came from the tall, model-like figure. Archer stood up, forcing a polite smile to his face. “Or should I say, Zach Maddox? Which do you prefer?” Her face tilted sideways, mocking him. Archer’s smile dropped as he felt the sarcasm stab at him. “Sorry do I know you?” He asked confusion wavered through his voice.

Approaching the border of Altamon, he first noticed Kira and Morgan before Storm, then he noticed the armies of Ashland trying to blend with the darkness around them but failing woefully at that. He knew he wouldn't be attacked by anyone, they stood no chance against him, the only person he is afraid of is Storm and a little bit of Kira. Taking the risk by landing in front of them. Gwen, who had wished it wasn't over reluctant, let go of Kando as she got swept off her feet by Morgan, her eyes never leaving Kando's. It was as if his eyes were telling her 'You see why I can't return your love'. "I have missed Gwen," Morgan said, crushing Gwen with almost all his strength.

****** Xavier sat on his couch, his gaze fixed on the led plasma television hung in his extravagantly furnished sitting room. He was about to turn it off and leave for work, when a headline caught his attention. YOUNG MASTER MORGAN WAS SEEN WITH A WOMAN LAST NIGHT AT A NIGHTCLUB. AS THE WOMAN'S FACE REMAINS UNKNOWN, NETIZENS WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHO THE WOMAN IS…. Xavier frowned, his mind drifting back to the girl he saw in the hospital, as Morgan's wife. Could she really be Morgan's wife? They didn't even have a wedding…Who exactly was this girl?

Phoenix’s POV: I watched the person crawl in my direction, but my heart was pounding with every little detail of this person. It was Morgan, my uncle Morgan. He crawled like a dog near me, his eyes were sewed shut and so were his lips from the sides only. His fingers were cut, and his body was naked with just shorts on. He had no hair; his eyebrows were shaved, as was his head. He somehow knew it was me. The pain was visible on his face. My eyes jumped out of their sockets at the sight before them. He kept coming towards me, and the state of shock was so intense that I couldn’t move.

Ember's POV Knox looked at the question for a moment. Not the evasive look of someone deciding how much to say. Not the careful, managing look I had learned to read in him. Just a moment of what looked like genuine decision — this is what not doing it the old way costs, and I am going to pay it. Then he said, "I found Charlotte with someone." I waited.

The couple looked at each other and Morgan closed her eyes gesturing to Kyle that it was okay. Kyle looks at me. " " Actually, Morgan is on the run," he said. I looked at him so that he could go on. " Morgan was with the Bloodhounds. She grew up with them and the leader of the rogue group favoured her. He trained her to be a killer and they terrorized and conquered some smaller packs to expand their group and territory. But Morgan didn't like everything they did. She felt guilty and she wanted to leave but it would be impossible because Xavier, their leader would let her. In the end, she decided to go rogue on him and escaped. I found her in our territory out of luck or destiny. If anyone el

Helma bit her lip, thinking about the other leads she had—not just the body. Morgan was on the case too, trying to pin down who that knockout lady pulling the strings was. The dead guy in grey was no amateur; he knew his way around a crossbow, which meant he was not just some low-level goon in their gang. If that stunning lady was calling the shots for him, she had to be pretty high up the ladder. Morgan had a snapshot, and with that, cracking this case should be a breeze.

I nod, "That would be great, thanks." "I need to head back. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call." "Thanks, Kyle," I say, hugging him. After we pulled apart, Kyle left. Knox's place was lovely and huge, and he had a lot of different paintings on the walls, of mountains, the ocean. And one picture stood out to me. It was of a woman's tall, thin, long, curly black hair with blue eyes. She looked a lot like Knox and Xander. So this had to be their mother.

“Morals. The way he treats people around him doesn’t match the profile we normally see.” Knox chuckled softly. “Or so it seems.” Emily frowned. “He’s a criminal, Emily,” Knox said flatly. “A very successful one. Men like that survive by pretending to be respectable.” Emily felt a faint tension tighten in her chest. “Don’t let his good-boy image confuse you,” Knox continued. “That’s how men like him hide what they really are.” Emily remained silent for a moment. She knew arguing further would not change Knox’s mind. Instead she redirected the conversation.

The men's eyes glazed over, they were mind linking, shortly after they opened the door and pushed Venus in. She shivered, her wolf was in a frenzy, and her heart was about to beat out of her chest, she didn't dare look up. Dante sat in his chair, his Beta, Knox, sat in the chair in front of him, as they discussed pack matters. Knox was a scary man to most, he was 6'2 with oozing muscle, defined features, and mahogany-colored hair, his brows were thick and there was a light scar running across his right cheek, it only added to his frightening allure. His eyes were a sharp color of metallic grey, it looked striking against his tanned features, and his thick beard, women craved his attention, h