Maleficent Moors Novels & Stories

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

Lilian suddenly said. "They damaged Belleford Mountain?" Kate asked. "The Moors have strayed from the original path of the Imperial Dragon. They must be eliminated," Lilian explained. Kate fell silent, contemplating separating Tigergate from the Moors. Meanwhile, Hiram Moor opened his eyes, seeing that his father, Horace, had finished cultivating. Feeling the powerful aura around him, Hiram happily said, "Dad, I feel like I can kill Kiran York now." Horace, however, smiled and shook his head.

The mischievous laughter had materialized. She could not hold on to her hat, so it fell down the steep slope. “Aaaaah!” Maria cried, shielding herself by crossing her elbows over her head. Hee-hee-hee. The awkward girl panicked. She grabbed on to anything to secure her footing and her hands accidentally fell on one of the claw indentations. The goat raised its front legs off the ground and bleated incessantly. The mischievous creature swooped. It appeared like a cherub but had six black wings as huge as the serpent eagle's pinions. This is my first time to see one! She had seen such only sculpted in marble or dolomite in the sepulchers at the west beaches’ cemetery. The black winged

Her hands were bound with a strip of red cloth, heavy chains clinking with each step. Her face was gaunt and stricken, her features sharp despite her age. Her white hair hung in thin, unkempt strands, streaked with remnants of black, as if time and something far darker had refused to fully claim her. “Morgana,” one of the elders announced. “A dark witch who has been aiding Valentina and Freya.” The moment she was brought forward, both Freya and Valentina’s composure shattered completely. Fear flashed across their faces, raw and undeniable.

"Wait, we have to change during the full moon, but how can I change during the day? The moon wasn't out the other day, but I had no problem snarling at Agent Stanton." Derek grinned, "The moon doesn't have to be out for you to change. It's still there in the sky, you just can't see it during the day." That made sense, sort of. "Anything else?" "Yes. One more thing. We can't have children. Werewolves are sterile." That was surprising. "Why?"

she grins and raises her brows "Well, how could I say no to this Princess" "I am not, but that is right you can't say no" they both smiled, letting the heavy wind pass through "Tho, we need to postpone it first. I wanted to know first about those creatures, just in case they attacked again" "A hint, look up for the Priestess of the Moon, the sentinels, maybe the story you told me that night." her mind traces back "Maybe there is a truth behind it"

“Morgana is the strongest breed of this century and just like her and I. Everyone who has a source or even the tiniest link to the one power has something in common.” She leaned in as she said the next words slowly. “Long. Silver. Hair.” I gulped. Avoiding her gaze. 'But there is you.” She continued, leaning away from me. Straightening her frame. “The moon goddess reborn. Made from the one power itself. Finding it hard to embrace the source.” I swallowed, wishing for the earth to open and swallow me. "Perhaps,” Her voice rang against the room. “Going into the cave of horrors was the right decision after all. Who knows.” She scoffed, “ You might not make it.”

I mumbled. He turned around and looked at her legs, touching them. Xavier did his best to control himself. "She was bit by a forsaken," Lucas announces, pointing to a mark on her thigh. I look at it and it was indeed a forsaken bite. Their bites are extremely venomous and can kill even adult wolves in a matter of minutes, even alphas. You can tell the difference between the bites in human form because the skin started to decay. My heart drops. Forsaken wounds were impossible to cure, even if you were an alpha or alpha heir. Only the Moon Goddess herself could save you if you had been bitten or scratched deep enough. "She probably won't last any longer than a few hours. Who is she?"

"Guys,It's fine. Now, let's make things clear, Jacques. I will put aside the despicable treatment you inflicted on Régine and make you a proposal. You fight in my war against the Vampire King and I will spare you, if you don't, you will be killed. He looked at me as if I had another head and he burst out laughing. "You are crazy. The only person I would fight for or listen to is the Goddess of the Moon. I gave him a smile in the corner. "Well, then accept my offer. He looked at me as if I were crazy, which was not the case, okay maybe a little. "If you are the supposed Goddess of the Moon, prove it, show me your she-wolf," he said, crossing his arms on his chest. "Volunately", and with that,

The third day dawned with a heavy, oppressive air. Within Finlay’s chambers, Moira lay curled on his bed, her body trembling with pain. Her skin, usually luminous and glowing, had taken on a pallor that unsettled anyone who saw her. Her golden eyes were dull, clouded with hunger and anguish, and the sharp angles of her face looked more severe in her weakened state.