Moors Maleficent Novels & Stories

You know how callous and ruthless Moon is, he may have my head if I knock on his door without notice," he replied facing downwards, shivering. Stone gasped and dialled a number. "Your presence is needed here" he ordered and the person on the other side of the phone hung the call immediately. "Bastard! He yelled into his phone and sat on his huge black chair. "What a fine bitch, we got here! He stared at her through his mask seductively as he chuckled. The lady has short blonde hair with oceanic eyes, a fair skin. Her lips glitter and are a bit glossy. She's a bit plump. She couldn't stop shivering. Her eyes were full of terror.

“Morgana is the strongest breed of this century and just like her and I. Everyone who has a source or even the tiniest link to the one power has something in common.” She leaned in as she said the next words slowly. “Long. Silver. Hair.” I gulped. Avoiding her gaze. 'But there is you.” She continued, leaning away from me. Straightening her frame. “The moon goddess reborn. Made from the one power itself. Finding it hard to embrace the source.” I swallowed, wishing for the earth to open and swallow me. "Perhaps,” Her voice rang against the room. “Going into the cave of horrors was the right decision after all. Who knows.” She scoffed, “ You might not make it.”

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.

The cut wasn’t deep, but fresh blood oozed out. “I’ll die before you can touch me,” she spat bravely, her lips already losing color. Until... BANG! The door slammed open. Aurora gasped. The entire room filled with men in black. And then, he stepped inside. A tall figure. Broad-shouldered. Exuding power. His presence sucked the air from the room. His gray eyes were sharp. Cold. Dangerous. The old man trembled. “M-Mr. Moore..” Aurora barely heard him.

Maleficent chuckled, ‘You are either a very brave or very stupid child but I like your feistiness’ Ella held her breath as the evil Witch spread out her arms looking for all the world like a huge black crow, ‘I, Maleficent, Queen of the Darkness do hereby give notice that the lives of the half-blood Brothers, Ansitif and Phillipe, and the Mother of Cinderella, the Moon Goddess, are all given back to them. No harm shall come to them’

Summoning the flock of red and black butterflies around her, the glow within her yes intensified as the lust to crush the person in front of her doubled. This is bad. I am excited to test my competency of how far am I from being the monster that my father expected me to be. “Interesting scenario. Looks like our vanguard has been caught. Do you want my help?” The familiar arrogant voice of Damon the Prideful stopped Maleficent from her plan on attacking Angelo from under the water. Floating beside her, a smirking amber-eyes horned being with both of his arms crossed as he looked at her with interest and amusement.

Her right breast is gone; she was chained and she is crying in pain. “Give me that!” She screamed but the scary beast appeared again from above. This time he has big, black wings that are shaped like bat wings and he is holding a metal stick that is bigger than the normal human arm. “No please… no!” Begged by the naked woman who is trying to grab my blanket.

Her hands were bound with a strip of red cloth, heavy chains clinking with each step. Her face was gaunt and stricken, her features sharp despite her age. Her white hair hung in thin, unkempt strands, streaked with remnants of black, as if time and something far darker had refused to fully claim her. “Morgana,” one of the elders announced. “A dark witch who has been aiding Valentina and Freya.” The moment she was brought forward, both Freya and Valentina’s composure shattered completely. Fear flashed across their faces, raw and undeniable.

Nicodemus sighed lightly. "Well then,show me your best and I'll be sure to give you a merciful death." He finished with a short laugh. Mirabelle watched as her hybrids eyes changed to golden yellow with black veins popping out from the sidelines. They launched at him with speed but half of them got their neck twisted mid air before reaching Nicodemus who still maintained his calmness. Mirabelle's gasped while the others wondered in confusion how their mates died. Nicodemus turned to his back also surprised to see his Gamma appear with witches and werewolves of the Centurion Pack.