Morana Novels & Stories

I said calmly. He flinched at my tone like I slapped him. “You don’t understand what you’re doing,” His voice was getting higher. “Morana, you are actually a Mortaine. Do you understand what that means? It means you have obligations. It means you can’t just disappear because you’re confused about what happened between us.” “I’m not confused.” “Yes you are. You’re confused and you’re scared and you’re making impulsive decisions.” He was talking faster now. “That’s what happens when you’ve been isolated for too long. You start believing things that aren’t true. You start thinking you’re stronger than you actually are.”

She nearly rolled her eyes but stayed silent—she had no interest in looking anyway. "I'm sorry," the man rushed out, voice trembling. "I caught the scent of a human and didn't realise she was with you." Orion frowned. He hadn't masked his scent or pheromones, and yet this warrior had been unable to recognise him. That could only mean one thing: whatever Malcolm had injected him with was suppressing his scent. The question was, for how long? "What's your name, warrior?" he asked, voice hard. The Lycan shifted uneasily on his feet. "My name is Vega, Alpha."

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

“Sir..?” “I’m sorry, I was just thinking if you would love to join me here,” the man finally spoke, his deep appealing voice sent shivers to her neck. His golden eyes are amused like he just found an interesting prey. “Excuse me?” she asked, frowning. “Selene,” Lora approached her and whispered that Mr. Morgan is already at their backdoor waiting for her. She glanced once more to the man but he is not looking at her anymore and returned to reading.

Leon asked again. "Angelica. Wait, why do you keep asking me? Have you forgotten her?" Owen remember that little girl back then, that girl has a round blue eyes since she is actually half blood, her mother is a filipina-chinese and her father is an American. The little girl also have a wavy long hair that Leon's often plays, she sure will be pretty when she grows up. "Why would I forget her?" Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

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.

It was necessary to soothe their hearts. While they communed in that mood, something transpired. There sounded a strange noise from an unknown source. A human voice screamed like a man who was near the edge of death, as though he was clubbed with a weapon. He shrieked again and stopped. The men jerked away from the ground in fright. Had they not scanned the area, and unanimously concluded that no one apart from them was present there? Another trouble yet unseen loomed around them, as what affected a brother, affected the rest. As they paced forward, following the direction of where the sound came, Jonah appraised his brothers’ faces, one after the other, and seeing that his friend, the brown

Both were blonde, and had striking silver eyes. "What do you want for breakfast, Donna?" Zita asked me. I shrugged. "Um, my name is Isabelle. What's Mariano having?" "Cornetto, coffee, and fruits." (Cornetto - The Italian take on the French croissant, usually smaller, lighter, less buttery and slightly sweet, with an orange-rind glaze brushed on top.) "Yes, I'll have that too, please," I said. "Coming right up." Aria winked at me.

There was a plate attached to it with the words Supervisor carved on it in bold letters. Getting to it, I tapped lightly. A deep voice replied from the inside telling me to go in. I opened the door to see a man behind a desk. He was wearing a grey suit. His skin was a light chocolate and he was spotting a low cut. A wide line of perfectly shaped beards framed his jaw. When he raised his head, his lips were a light pink. It didn't take time to know he's a black. A very good looking one at that. "Good morning. I'm Kristen Morgan. I applied for an internship here and was accepted".

Acre's voice filtered to me but I didn't care, I ignored him "Ocean" I blocked him not wanting to hear his voice. "Ocean, honey is everything ok?" moms voice filtered through "Honey, I can feel your pain, please tell me you're ok" "They took her, I don't know what to do" "Took who son?" "Desert, they took my Desert and killed Lanna" "Oh dear moon goddess, I'm sorry Ocean, Lanna was well she was one of a kind, ok now come on we will mourn Lanna after but you need to get your arse up and prepare for war"