Moira Lang Novels & Stories

“We could disappear at any moment, and leave her alone—with no one but Tobi? No family. No allies.” Moira froze. The papers she’d been fidgeting with fell still. Then, without a word, she dropped to one knee behind the desk, reaching blindly beneath it. A faint rip echoed the sound of duct tape tearing and she resurfaced with an old, yellowed envelope in hand. Her fingers trembled as she peeled it open, glaring at us like we’d betrayed her by forcing this. “As much as I never wanted to do this…” she muttered, voice rough with something heavier than anger. “You might be right.”

“Moira is not having a child because she is infertile. She killed her child in her womb.” “But, if a female becomes pregnant then her mate senses it too!” Anna frowns. “How-” “Moira Morales is part witch,” Lavi reveals. “She is the illegitimate child of Morales and conceals her powers in front of everyone. Everyone except me.”

Moira wanted to refuse but before she could say anything, she heard Greta’s reproachful voice, “ I know that you still like Jacob but what is the point that man does not like you at all? Listen to your grandmother and imprint on Kyran. As long as you imprint on him, Moira, you will become the Luna of the pack and leave a wonderful life.” “ I…” Moira pursed her lips feeling a sort of nausea wash over her as she put away her phone and then coughed. Upon raising the handkerchief, she saw a few specks of blood on them and pursed her lips. Was she really dying? Surprisingly Moira was not afraid, she simply looked at the handkerchief with a frighteningly calm expression. These days she had been ge

I answer her nervously. "Wow, it's beautiful. You're so pretty." She says with a cute smile showing off her dimples. "Hi I'm Lexi..." She reaches her arm out and I grab it giving her a handshake. "Are you new here?" She asks. "Yes I am.. I'm Morgana.." I say to her with a light smile. "Oh, Well, welcome to Baxton High. The best high school in town. You made a good choice coming here. We have the best food and the best teachers and the best boys too..." She says with a grin showing off her perfectly white teeth.

I curled my lip. "Ms. Muller, don't be so quick to mock me. I was indeed kidnapped for a night, but at that time, I also saw a woman who looked like a dog in the criminal's room. Oh, come to think of it, she looked just like you, Ms. Muller." Rosalind shot up from her seat, her lips trembling. "What are you talking about? I don't know anything about that. You have no proof. Don't you dare spread lies about me."

His hawk-like eyes shot out a cold glare, sharp as ice daggers. "Stop!" The single word pierced Moira's ears like a blade. Moira stopped dead in her tracks, her face twitching as Lionel's icy gaze fell on her. Just moments ago, she'd been in the bathroom, staring at her sleep-deprived, pale face. In desperation, she had caked on a thick layer of foundation, which was now beginning to flake off as her face spasmed. "Lion, you have to stand up for me…" Moira, ever the actress, quickly snapped out of her stunned state, her face crumpling into a pitiful expression as if Lionel's cold demeanor meant nothing. Tears welled up instantly, streaming down her face like tiny rivers.