Mordred Alter Novels & Stories

Clearly, he didn't care as he was fighting himself and trying to control a shift that seemed to be inevitable. Facial hair grew gradually and the white spaces in his eyes disappeared as well, leaving just eyes filled with darkness. Fangs protruded from where his tooth was once present, claws had taken the spot also to which fingers were present before. Mordrid waited for an answer impatiently, a scowl twisted across his face. “I’m only going to say this once,” Alaric growled out, his voice gruff and rasped, “Touch her again and I would not hesitate to rip your hands from your body and shove them down your throat until they have completely disappeared.”

Aldric took another slash across his forearm, but he used the opening to drive his fist hard into Mordren’s injured eye. The rogue howled. Aldric did not hesitate. He seized Mordren by the scruff and slammed him into the ground. The earth cracked beneath the impact. “Leave,” Aldric commanded, voice vibrating with alpha authority. Mordren snarled weakly. Aldric’s aura intensified. Crushing. Dominant. Unyielding. “Leave,” he repeated. For a moment, I thought Mordren would fight to the death. Then something shifted. Recognition of strength.

Whatever the reason, her mother's voice always spoke in her head, especially to annoy her. "And I will be the only Blood in the world and live forever. No king will be after me, so shut up, madwoman.” Mordred was irritated. The men he had ordered to bring Typhom back as soon as he was released did not return. Either they killed their grandson by accident and fled in fear for their lives, or their grandson had killed them, which was unlikely, as Typhon was an idiot and an easily controllable weakling. Whatever the reason, there was one thing that satisfied him: the entire chamber of advisors was decimated, starting with the slaves and ending with the aberrations who should have died centuries

“A-Alter?” Castellana repeated, both confused and in disbelief. “She introduced herself as Ellana,” the alpha replied. “I do not know the exact reason, but she said that you will never know–” “Alaric Ivanov!” she shouted, catching him off guard. “What alter are you talking about?!” “I consulted Dr. Annie beforehand about your situation and she said that it is most likely that you have an alter, a personality with behavior, memory, and way of thinking different from you.”

His eyes zeroed on my lips and I gasped when his eyes went a shade darker, as they flickered between the normal blue ocean eyes to a very dark one, I almost thought it was black. "Please, Alpha," I begged, tears already brimming in my eyes. "My master will-" His lips brushed my earlobe and the words got lost in my throat. "Mate." He growled as I felt my legs go weak.

Mordeu explained. “But you can,” Stregobor said. Mordeu mentally rolled his eyes at him. “Please prepare some clothes for me. I do not appreciate my nudity being seen by others.” Alvitir gestured to a servant, and she went away to a room, probably to fetch some clothes for Mordeu. He had asked for some clothes because after he changed back to his regular form, he would’ve destroyed his clothes and so rendered himself naked. Seeing that the issue was already settled, he bent down on one knee, his hands touching the gravel on the courtyard’s grounds. He groaned loudly as he focused his attention on rearranging the bones in his body.

“What are you talking about?” Lucy licked her lips. “They’re related. You couldn’t smell that?” “That’s impossible,” said Roman, “Mordred is a wizard. He’s got no real magic in his blood. He’s stolen it from others.” “Mordred is a wizard, yes. But he married a witch.” “How?” Roman asked. “He stole her away,” said Lucy, “I thought you knew all of this.” “Why would I know all of this?” Roman asked. “All I knew about Nora was that her family had been attacked by a rogue wolf.”

"You destroyed my primary anchor and sealed the fissures. Very impressive. But I've been playing this game for three centuries. Did you think I didn't have contingencies?" "Get out of him." Soren's voice shook with barely contained rage. "Now." "Or what? You'll force me out?" Morwen's laugh scraped like broken glass. "This body is mine now. I claimed it the moment your friend touched one of my corrupted texts. Such a curious mind he has—it was almost too easy to slip inside." Alden's hands glowed with healing magic. "We can exorcise her. It'll be painful, but—"

It was only getting larger as I saw steam rise. I reached the destination I was running so impatiently to and saw none other than one of the most powerful members of the Midnight Rose. Alister glanced at me and a malicious smile spread across his lips as his hand was dipped into the place where I assume the lake was... The moment I laid my eyes on him, I wanted to rip out his guts and have him tortured into a slow death for what he did to Sierra. I can’t act on impulse though. I transformed out of my wolf form and got a random pair of clothes that Heunace, the beta of the Midnight Rose pack was holding. I covered my lower body with the pant.

I raised my hands and silver shields formed around Thorne and what was left of his team, protecting them from the corrupted wolves that were still trying to attack. Then I turned my attention to Morgana. She was different now. Taller. Her body was changing, shifting, like something was moving underneath her skin. Her eyes kept flickering between green and red, and I could see Malachar's shadow merging with her body, could see his consciousness trying to take over.