Morana Novels & Stories

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

Mellana questions the woman in the front door. “Mom? I thought she was your sister!” I exclaim. “Morgan?” Mom calls her. “Melissa!” Mellana’s mother answers with enthusiasm and runs towards my mother, and both women hug each other. “Oh, my Goddess! It’s been so long we’ve seen each other.” The woman named Morgan says. “It’s been way too long.” My mom agrees. “Are you the one responsible for setting this all up for us?” “Guilty.” Morgan laughs. “I moved some chopsticks to find out where you'd be staying since someone told me they were going to protect a girl named Pandora.” She says looking at her daughter with a smirk.

22: GLITCH NOW COLORADO, TE. Zach walked past hastily to his motel room before locking the door, and calling for her- ‘ire- katharina. katharina’ He yearned. He paced around the room for a few seconds before dropping to the ground, his back against the door. He had heard her voice but not anymore. And as much as he won’t admit- -that scared the shit out of him. ~ He held his fork in his hand, an unsavory look in his eyes as he stared to the barely hot chicken they had gotten from the store.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

He looks like he can bench press Luthor, easily. He looks intimidating but then he smiles and it seems to genuine and warm, his soft blue eyes crinkle around the edges telling me likes to laugh and smile a lot. “Your highness, it is such an honour to be your guide here today” he says, giving a low bow and then taking my hand and kissing the back of it. I look at his crooked nose and wonder how many times it’s been broken to look like that. “I am Brody Morgan, the head of the Rotan Prison guards and anything you need please just ask.” he tells me giving me another slight bow. This makes me giggle for some reason. To be fair, its been months and a lot of this formal behaviour still feels ridic

The Wind God ordered that not a single servant should stare Aranjo in the face because the girl had taboo dark magic. Soon the news spread to the entire celestial realm. The night God did not say anything, as if approving every action of his wife, the Goddess of the wind. Aranjo was a descendant of the demon tribe who because of the emperor's kindness was allowed to stay in the sky realm, but demons were still demons. The little girl was known to have a demonic aura and it was taboo to stare her in the face. direct.

The only person grumpier than him is Sarn. It doesn't help that the damn dragon shifter is the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on. Even with pasty, white, detoxifying skin, he's beautiful. His shaggy head of dark blonde hair needs washing and cutting. I'd give anything to run my fingers through the strands and do both jobs. More so, I want to sink into his odd-colored eyes. The pupils turn amethyst when he's angry or aroused, as I just discovered. The violet hue does strange things deep inside me.

He says and he frowns noticing the look I have on my face. “Don’t you want backup Chloe? Don’t you want the werewolves dead? This serum I made can provide you with back up. It can give me the strength I need to fight against the werewolves.” Warren says and I don’t know how to feel about what he’s telling me. “There’s already one new species and that is Morgana. We don’t need another one Warren. You have to destroy the contents of that bottle.” I say to him and he looks at me with disappointment, like he expected me to act differently.

Then, she stared deeply into the man’s eyes, hoping that she looked as threatening as she thought. “Are you from a cult?” she asked. The tall man blinked. He failed to show his willingness to drop her hand which was still in his grasp. “I am from Amarxona.” ”What’s my business with A****n? I didn’t order anything from them. Or, is this some sick game?” The man didn’t reply to her. Zaramanni sighed as she suddenly decided to go along with the man’s talk, hoping that it would be over before she knew it. Hoping that within a few minutes, she would be back in her room. “Okay… What does A****n want from me?”