Maleficent Moors Novels & Stories

“ Since, you like making me villain so much then I can show you what a villain is.” As she said she snapped her fingers again, this time Moira turned upside down, her mouth still frothing. “ I can burn you, drown you and if I want I can choke the life out of you.” She slowly turned around and then crouched down to look Moira in the eye and chuckled when she saw the fear in her eyes of the latter. “ You like calling me a monster right? Then I will let you on one thing…” she leaned in closer and hissed softly. “ I am a monster.”

Hilda worriedly said. Keondra helplessly closed her eyes. “Tell me what you know about the venom.” "It is said that anyone with the cursed venom is the enemy of the full moon." Hilda narrated. "So whatever you do, you can't see a full moon." "Else I turn into a monster." Keondra sadly said. "That was why he attacked the palace on a full moon." Keondra said. "Palace?" Hilda asked. "Yes, he killed my mother, princess Niylah and came for my father too in Wrodromor."

His blood red eyes watched the moon as the priestess went around the circle, sprinkling something and chanting incantations. "Are you ready, alpha?" Zane nodded, then moved his eyes away from the moon. The priestess nodded, then pushed her staff into the ground, so it stood firm. She then brought a knife, then extended her hand to Zane, while she stood outside the ring of fire. He gave her his palm, and she quickly slit it open, just as the moon popped behind the cloud, as if to bless the occasion. The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire.

Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not extinguished. "This curse will last a lifetime. No greater power shall ever break it." The curse was completely bestowed. It is done. She released the moon's power. All of the joyous taste of it vanished, but she has never felt fulfilled. But the contentment was short-lived when she saw her Ara Mai, lifeless as her blood pooled on her body. There was a bite on her neck, a clean kill. Not far from her was the child, still covered with sheets. Knowing it would break her heart into pieces, she walk towards the child, every step weighs her down. The horror registered on her face as she took her moment to look at the babe. He had

“Welcome home, Mother.' I spoke in my mind. 'Thank you, My daughter. Thank you for bringing me back.' She hummed in appreciation and I felt my heart swell with joy, all the pain and uncertainty were worth it at that moment. 'Rise my children, rise above the darkness, bask in my light.' Mother Selene commanded our spectators forward. 'We are one.' She declared and the sound of her howl vibrated through the great hall, inciting a shift in all her acolytes. Joining their mother, the four-legged beasts joined her call, multiplying the energy in the room till the whole hall was basked in light that emitted from Selene’s fur. Statues of the Honour race lit up in various colours; red for fire, blue

Her eyebrow shoots up as a grin grows on her lips as she stares at the helpless man trying to lift himself from the bed. "You are indeed insane," Mathias said in horror. Watching the princess standing near him make her way near him. Morrigan closed her and heaved a deep sigh. Feeling the air around her, the narcotic incense had dissipated on the air but Mathias had been exposed for too long that the effect is so potent to him. When she opened her eyes a different light reflected in her eyes. It was the eyes of someone hungry for blood. Her eyes are bloodshot as she looks at Mathias with pure disdain. She crawled up Mathias' bed, giggling. Every single hair in Mathias' body rose from her sini

disappeared. Abir glances down toward the basement. In Goddess' Name! His own father may be one of those buried there? I sway, dizzy with the horror of it all. It is only Silvia's hand on my arm that holds me together. Her voice rings out across the murmurs and shocked gasps as the werewolf packs try to understand all that has happened. "Packs," she calls out, "There is one more thing we must do. Tonight at Wolf Moon. A ceremony!"

Oh the bad moon that was still two long weeks but it was already messing with his head, along side his inner horny wolf. {E} Roman! {R} What? {E} Stop making her look so hot in my head! {R} Now why would I stop, when you already feel like f^- {E} Roman! Stop, she's underage! It's not going to happen! His horny wolf calmed down and knew he'd never dare cross her panty line if she was underage. For the time being, Roman knew he'd had to lock himself up due to the bad moon approaching, because he had a bad feeling, he wouldn't be able to control himself around her.

“Where are the werebears now?” “They’re sponsored up at the fear barrier,” Charles clarifies. “That appears to be holding them… for now.” “Wait,” I added, frightened. “For now?” “It’s effective dim magic,” Persephone reasons. “It took all of the Foundation authors to erect that boundary. It was outlined to be incomprehensible to take down.” “Impossible for non-Wolf Witches,” the Ace rectifies. “It was never implied to hold against one of our claim. In hypothesis, if sufficient dull enchantment clients worked in tandem…”

Her fingers clawed into his shoulders as another wave of pain ripped through her. Her back burned. Something phantom… wings… no… energy… silver and vast… flickered behind her, half-real, half-magic. The Moonblood manifestation. Ares went still. Gods. “You’re shifting wrong,” he murmured, horror and awe tangled together. “This isn’t a wolf.” Her body shook violently. “Make it stop,” she begged. He pressed his forehead to hers, hands gripping her tightly, grounding her with his scent, his presence, his authority.