Morgott X Tarnished Novels & Stories

However, it wasn't until she was on the stairs that Chloe caught a glimpse of these so-called important guests. There were five of them in total from what she could see. Four males and one female. The aura they exuded suggested they were high ranking wolves but not from around these parts. One of the males and the female had similar features including thick dark brown hair, black eyes and bronzed skin that was pulled over taut muscles. Another one of the males had sandy blonde hair cut close to the scalp and green eyes. His skin was golden like he spent a lot of time in the sun; however the scar that peeked out from under the V of his shirt suggested he was also a fighter. He was muttering t

Despite my reluctance to make him a warrior, his eagerness to stand with us in battle was undeniable, prompting me to make him my right-hand man. In the dead of night, my warriors and I stood vigilant on the expansive plains of our land. Recent attacks by a mysterious breed of Lycans had left us on edge. These creatures were unlike any we had ever faced, and their fighting skills were different; their ability to camouflage and mask their scents made them nearly invisible until they struck. Driven by a thirst for blood, they posed a threat we had never imagined. We didn't know when they infiltrated our pack. It was Soren who found a way to identify them, revealing their presence among us. Unl

"Lyra's just an ordinary Omega, she..." Elarah pulled out a silver, crescent-shaped pendant. It glowed with a mysterious light in the moonlight. "This is her royal sigil. She dropped it. Only those of Moonshadow royal blood can activate its power." The pendant pulsed faintly in her hand, and the ancient, majestic power it gave off made my wolf instincts want to submit. "Impossible..." I muttered. Elarah sneered. "And that viper, Seraphina. She set up 99 failed marking attempts. Every time she fainted, it was an act. And you, you fell for it every single time!"

she croaks as more tears pooled out from her eyes, her inner turmoil surfacing as she tried to determine whether or not she could trust me. ​I'm your mate. Of course you can trust me. ​I bite my tongue to stop the words from coming out, my mind screaming a reminder that she was a human. A human who knew nothing about my kind besides what was on television and wouldn't understand the concept of mates. ​I curse mentally with the realization that my mate was a human girl who could easily reject me when she found out what I really was. The Goddess truly was a cold-hearted cunt.

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

He added. "What revenge? What do you mean?" Nicolai is really confused now. If only he can open the man's head and get his thoughts so he could know it. Owen was sweet and fragile before. But the Owen he is now talking with is like a silent and cute cat that will immediately transform into tiger if you provoke him. Is this how people changed after being betrayed by the people he trusted the most?

Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him. Mikhail, though slightly smaller, was equally impressive. His fur was a dark grey, almost silver, with streaks of black running through it. His eyes were a warm amber, glowing with a fierce intelligence and cunning. Mikhail’s movements were swift and agile, embodying a lethal blend of strength and speed. Fully shifted, they both let out a collective howl, a sound that echoed through the forest, a signal to everyone that the devil is back . They sprinted through the woods, their paws barely making a sound on the forest floor, moving as one cohesive unit.

“I want that tomb, and I will kill anyone that gets in my way. The sword and the wolf are mine, now tell me where you sent it before I rip your fucking head off.” “Sorry I don’t remember.” Max answered and took his best course of action. He reached forward and ripped the medallion off. Instantly a change happened and Max went back into the wall. The man grew in height instantly. Max knew it, it hit him when he was in the man’s field of energy. He was a giant and if the research Tamara and he had done was right this was Surt. Had to be, who else would be looking for what they found? He just hadn’t believed it until now. God what had he sent to Tamara? Why hadn’t he been more careful? He never

She whimpered in a submissive sound and I squatted down next to her I rubbed her belly and she purred affectionately. I was suddenly thankful for how used to carcasses I was from the years of torturing, because her form was not for the squeamish. But then, another thought came over me, and I realized how amazng she was. She was terrifying and would be so perfect in a battle. The other side would be terrorized by this demon-wolf, and I was flooded with pride that she'd be my luna, fighting beside me.

Daniel watched in horror as the demons began to put chains around the boy's wrists. "NO!" Marcus screamed as the chains were pulled causing him to be lifted off his feet. Azazel ripped his already tattered shirt off, revealing deep silver scars. The scars mirrored Daniels. "Go on, show your daddy your little angel wings." Azazel said mockingly. Marcus took a deep breath and let his wings unfurl. They were pitch black, but they were covered by tiny silver scars. Whatever blade was used to make the scars on Marcus's body was used on his wings too.