Morana Novels & Stories

he admitted, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Jason's eyes lit up with curiosity. "Spill it, dude. Who's the lucky girl?" Damon hesitated for a moment, then decided to share. "Her name's Aqua. She's... different. There's just something about her." "Aqua? Seriously?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "What kind of name is that?" "It's unique, just like her," Damon replied, his tone defensive but playful. "She's mysterious, you know? And I can't stop thinking about her."

I bit into my hamburger and decided to ignore the second part of his statement I know he's just trying to irk me. "Not me." "Well," I swallowed, "I would not say that does not surprise me, you're not human at all." "And what would you say I am if not human?" The idiot was enjoying this back and forth. "A fucking demon. What else?" He nodded his head, "hmn." "What the fuck do you want Alexander." I exhaled loudly, dropping my almost finished hamburger on the plate and then resting my back on the booth. "I just came to welcome you to the Volklov family." He shrugged.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

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.

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.

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"