Moira Lang Novels & Stories

"I guess, because of being yelled at and cursed at so often by my ex-husband and his family, I'm not used to hearing soft voices, because they always speak in a loud tone to me." Moira looked shocked to hear my words and she became even more nervous. I could hardly believe it, seeing her act like this in front of me. Where did her high self-confidence and arrogance go. "Leora, please, I need your help now," Moira said in a pleading tone. "If necessary I will kneel in front of you so that you will help me. Forgive me for my attitude towards you before, I realize my mistake and am willing to atone for it in any way, as long as you are willing to help me."

What I am doing is wrong and I would definitely get into trouble for this but I do not like it when certain things are being concealed from me. It is well-lit inside lanterns hang from every corner giving me the full sight of the situation. Drakho and Phobos have their backs to me chatting among themselves, it seems as though his beta is notifying him of the problem at hand. When they move away to opposite sides my eyes broaden when I discover Moira perched down on the ground her knees tucked to her chest as she swings her body back and forth in an effort to pacify herself whilst she stares down at her with feet with tear-stained cheeks. She looks devastated...broken.

"I can't, Rhea. I have a lot of work, and Professor Satou gave me an opportunity. I'm working on my thesis right now." "Then what about your divorce proceedings with Jude? Have you signed everything?" "Yes. It's just... I don't know why I feel like... numb. Like death, maybe. I feel pain, but I can't express it. In fact, even crying is difficult for me," replied Moira, stopping chewing, then turning to Rhea. "I hope the process can be much faster because I can't wait to celebrate my freedom." "Whoa... calm down, Miss Alsen. You will definitely get your freedom. But I think you have to tell me about that part earlier..."

I looked back at it longingly, never expecting to miss being trapped in a cage, but at least it had a warm bed I could curl up into. “Almost there Aspen.” Moira said under her breath, and pulled me from my thoughts. I nodded and looked forward; following closely behind her as she moved particular swift for a human. Moira actually could almost pass as fae, with her lithe figure and small mousy features, though she lacked the soft points to her ears that gave away what we were.

Not a person. A shape. Large. Bent. Almost sleeping. The air thinned. The lightbulb flickered overhead. Then it spoke. But not with a voice. With a feeling. A pressure in her chest, like grief given form. “You remember.” Moira fell to her knees. Memories crashed in. A chapel. Candles. A ritual. Her mother’s voice trembling in Latin. Blood on a white cloth. Something pulled from the earth, bound beneath the altar—and a promise made to keep it asleep.

Molly- the goddess, put us together. Moira- it will only be the bond that drags him to us, nothing else. Molly- MOIRA!!!! STOP DOUBTING YOURSELF. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL Moira- but Molly. ........... I'm scared and umm.... not ready not after, after the rogues. Molly- (huge sigh) Moira, they are dead. Our mate would never treat us like that. But ...I understand. Molly lays down in defeat, and I pity her.

they said together before Moira stepped out. "Trajan! Bonded to Moira Leary, daughter of Alpha Darren Leary and Luna Fallon Leary," Moira yelled to the crowd. The applause began with the announcing of Trajan's name and quickly grew. She beamed at the people gathered and gestured for those behind her on the stage to come forward.

"Did you know my mother well?" "I was her mentor when she arrived at Silver Moon. She came from distant pack, already manifested Shadowborn abilities, seeking sanctuary in territory that wasn't actively hunting her kind." Moira's voice was soft with memory. "Beautiful woman. Fierce spirit. Deeply lonely despite being surrounded by pack." "Was she involved with someone? Before I was born?"

Yep, the resemblance was uncanny! The features were a dead ringer, equally gorgeous and delicate, a spittin' image of a beauty. Give it a few more years, and she'd be a real heartbreaker. Wearing a white lace princess gown, her eyes and nose red from crying, she had a real cute, pitiful look. But... "Who are you people? I wanna go home...my daddy will put you in jail, do you know who I am?" Moira cried, the spoiled little miss having quite the attitude and temper.

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi