Moira Lang Novels & Stories

Candice quickly clutched the bars in front of her, leaning forward "Don't do this Moira. Whatever amount you were paid is not worth your life, Wayne is ruthless, he will kill you in a heartbeat. For your own sake, please take me back." Moira blinked twice, then threw back her head and laughed, her booming laughter startling some vultures perched on a tree branch that flew away. Wiping at the tears that had escaped her eyes, she stooped low to look Candice in the eye "Your concern for me is almost palpable. How amusing, it's not every day you see a mouse feeling sorry for a cat. If not for the gold already received, perhaps I would have been tempted to let you go," she said then pulled hersel

A mirror image of her sharing the same sorrow she has. "You killed him!" Her doppelganger's shriek horrifies her. She was holding a dagger in her hand, standing a few feet from her. The tears of blood streaming down her eyes now staining her white dress. A contrast to her maroon dress. She gulped as she remained speechless that she could only do was hug Colfre's lifeless body. "You killed the man I love!" Morrigan shook her head. Muttering one word repeatedly: "No..." Her doppelganger slowly walks towards her with her blaming her for the death of Colfre. Every word her doppelganger throwing at her like a poisonous dagger piercing her chest repeatedly. Even more painful than death. "You kille

I know he is not innocent about it because he is Einger and just pretending to be someone else. “I am Cassandra Felix, I am not Irish Stephen, I am the girl who was raped and thought where killed ten years ago. What I saw that I thought were just part of my visions are my past. MY LOST MEMORIES who keeps on coming back and reminding me about WHO I AM!” I screamed in pain while looking at him, still confused and surprised. “I didn’t know and I am sorry to hear that, but you are Irish Stephen now, the girl that I love so forget about what happened ten years ago.” He whispered while looking at his wounds that he was covering with his hand.

The visitor comes on the third morning. Moira is wearing dark clothing in the specific way that people who are observing mourning wear dark clothing, not a formal tradition exactly but the acknowledgment of a tradition, and she comes into the room without knocking because the door is open and sits in the chair across from me with the quality she always has, which is the quality of someone who has been through things and who is not performing having been through things but simply is the person those things produced.

Josh said being extremely in awe. Elven smiles. " I guess so, she's in the United States according to Attorney Mendez. " " Do you know her name, Sir? " Elven nodded. " Sort of. I read her name on some of the documents in the office. " " So, what is it? " " Mirage. Mirage Esquibel. "

"And you must be her mate. Good. I'm going to need you both in a moment." "You're the one Seer Elric talked about?" Reign's voice drops. “Elder Moira?” "Yes,” she responds, “Someone who's been hunting Melvanie Darkmoor since before you were born." She reaches into her coat and pulls out a blade. Silver, ornate, glowing faintly with light that has nothing to do with magic and everything to do with something older. "And someone who's had the Moonstone Blade in her possession for the past three decades while waiting for the right moment to use it."

They followed her like a shadow and would guard her till the whole thing was over. I went back, and sneaked in, as silently as I could. He was calmly sitting in his chair across the table, snipping on his whiskey. As I stood behind Richard, our gazes met again. He had the deepest blue eyes, I thought, as my stomach tightened and my wolf started whimpering inside. I didn’t even notice, we both froze until Richard cleaned his throat. “She is Moira, one of our best warriors, and my left hand, if I can say,” he explained. “I hope you don’t mind her joining us.”

"Lady Matilda." "Mr. James," she replied, smiling warmly. "Good morning, sir. How can I help you?" "Meet Bisila," he said, gesturing toward her. "She’s the newest addition to our household. She'll be in charge of caring for my daughter-in-law." Lady Matilda’s smile widened, though Bisila could sense a slight hesitation in her eyes. "Welcome, young lady. It’s a pleasure to meet you." "You too, Matilda," Bisila replied with a nod.

"You have no idea what is coming." "Who are you?" Darius demanded. "I am Moira Blackthorn. And I am the one who will destroy your precious omega rights movement. By destroying every pack that supports it." She raised her hands. The symbols on the cave entrance glowed brighter. And from the darkness behind her, a hundred shadow creatures emerged. We were surrounded. Outnumbered. And I realized—we might not survive this.

The maid trembles with a gasp leaving her mouth. She starts shaking her head incessantly. “I…I don’t know…ma’am…” “You don’t know, or you can’t say?” I cut her off, my voice growing desperate. I step closer to her. “What’s your name?” She flicks a look at me and answers. “Moira, ma’am.” I clutch her shoulders then, growing desperate. I need to know who I am to Michael. To know what he takes me for. “Tell me the truth, Moira, how many women does Michael bring over, and what does he do to them?”