Michael Morbius Novels & Stories

GINGER "How are things going?" Tyler asked after I'd been doing my job for a couple days. "Really good, actually!" I replied cheerfully. "So you don't mind all the tedious data entry?" "No, not at all, actually! The stuff I'm learning is so interesting. Like, I always thought werewolves were immune to almost anything, but there are all these crazy things that can happen to them. Like one doctor observed a werewolf that stopped being able to heal quickly, except when there was a full moon. The doctor decided the guy had bad blood, and they actually ended up chopping off his balls so he couldn't reproduce and pass on the defect."

This ritual was most effective because they could listen in on the rogues conversation and hear whatever they were saying. Damien turned his eyes and saw Ariel standing at the corner, their eyes clashed and he immediately looked away, to avoid ruining the ritual. Everything needed to be perfect, he needed everything to be perfect. "Tobias, I hereby bestow upon you Gamma of this pack," he said, as he slit his blood and dropped it on Tobias's forehead. Everyone gasped immediately because that was an unusual event. There hadn't been a gamma for a very long time, they were all surprised.

Morbius coldly told Ceres who nodded and dashed back inside the castle. Morbius was in his very deep ruthless side with bloodlust radiating all over him. His silver-grey eyes were now a deep shade of scarlet blood. Dark smoke that he was emitting was swirling around him. He felt nothing again. With no expression and without hesitations in his system, he vanished from his spot and easily slashed the heads off the remaining rogues. He showed no mercy. He was completely blank and already on his monster side. “Dead meat.” Morbius lowly whispered in his cold and emotionless voice before he made sure that Ethan Robosso’s head was already on his plate and his heart on his hand while his disgusting

Michael called me and said, "I got the magical alarm, who did you kill, Drax?" I replied, "Rogues," and he said, "Is the blood lust over or do you need me to come down there and suck your cock?" I cursed him, "Fuck off, you fucking fairy, my cock is too good for you." Michael laughed and said, "I am still stationed in Europe for a few more years, so be good." I told him I was good after he had sung to me to calm me down. My instinct is always to go to Michael for anything, even with my blood lust, I killed so many rogues, I was a raging bloodaholic, and I trust him with my life still after all these years. He hug me for fifteen minutes when I came back, and I must say I had missed the fuckin

Therefore, he proposed to me to kill Harrison Morris, completely resolving our potential future troubles. "I was persuaded by Michael and agreed to his idea. Unfortunately, this mission didn't go as smoothly as the previous one. Morris's accompanying subordinates almost fought to the death to hide him, and The Dark Night Pack's elders also took action to obstruct our operation. Michael was injured in such a situation, and by the time he returned for treatment, there was no cure. He could only await the swing of the Grim Reaper's scythe..."

He slaps me. "You owe her respect… She is the woman who brought your lord, your god, into the world…. To your everything.” He squeezes my cheeks. "You're hurting me, Sabrina…let go of me, please." Erick squeezes his shoulder and pulls him away from me. I look at both of them in horror. The German beast growls in annoyance. He grabs Spencer by the collar of his jacket and shakes him around a bit. "Do you want to die?" He points his gun at his head, but Erick doesn't even cringe.

Time to do some discovery, starting with what I am, where I am, and maybe also who that old man from before was—not like it was important anyways. As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, the sight of the old man's corpse lying ojnthe ground filled me with disgust. ‘Okay let's try if this still works, not that I suppose it will,’ I thought to myself as I touched his wrist. Informations began flowing into my head on impact with his. Ones that stuck the most was the fact that this ugly man, was an alpha. Alpha Cassius of Ravenwood Pack. The pack didn't ring a bell to me at all.

I asked, my voice low and dangerous. Michael remained silent, his eyes darting between us. I stood up straight and rolled up my sleeves, exposing the ink that sprawled across my forearms. I caught sight of the machete gleaming menacingly on the table beside me and gripped the handle. “My name is Nicholas Morozovino,” I said, my eyes never leaving Michael’s. “And by the look on your face, you know exactly who I am and what I’m capable of.” Michael’s breath quickened, and he whispered, “What do you want from me?”

Even as a Vampire, he could feel Swift howling and growling inside him. It wasn’t any animal. It was human. He could guess it. His senses were getting clouded. He was getting high on the whiff. Sniffing once. Twice. He opened his eyes. His face was screaming intoxication and pleasure. He took the bottle to his lips. Reading everyone’s expression. His crimson red eyes were sparkling golden in between. His friends were all tense. He could faintly hear Alpha Michael since Zol couldn’t hear it. They were all standing sucking in their breaths.

“I hope he is alive, but I need to know no matter what.” Bob’s expression changes again as if he is debating on telling me more. He sighs. “If anyone knows where he is or if he is still alive, it is the vampires.” A chill runs down my spine. I don’t trust Vincent or any of the vampires. All they want to do is suck my blood. Suddenly, Bob’s expression changes again as he looks at the door. “Enough hiding. Show yourself!” My head whips around in shock. Frank steps into the doorway. His jaw is clenched as his gaze meets Bob’s piercing eyes. I roll my eyes. “Frank, I told you to stay in the car!”