Mori Ouran Novels & Stories

Striking against the contrast of our eyes. Turning around, there is a group of wolves staring at me. They all bow except for Kalen. “Mor, what is happening?”. She bows our head slightly then heads over to Kalen, nuzzling into his neck. Suddenly, Morgan takes off into the woods to stretch her legs. None of the wolves can quite keep up but it feels so good to run free and stretch stiff legs.

We had been so deep in conversation that neither of us had heard the Eater sneak up on us. We trained our weapons on it ready to defend ourselves. However, when I got a good look at it, my trigger finger suddenly stopped working. The creature was a young girl who looked no more than sixteen. The translucent pallor of her skin allowed the blue and red vessels underneath to pop like they were all going to burst at once. Her clothes looked freshly washed which was extremely unusual these days. Her brown hair was shorn short, but unevenly like she had fidgeted a lot during the haircut. Or tried to fight to suck out the trimmer's soul during the session.

Mariko opened the screen of her phone to search in their database regarding the details of the child she just saved. Mariko saw a picture of a child holding a white rabbit pushy. ‘Sophie McCartney Carter. Five years old.’ “What the... Are these all the details about the kid? They didn’t put the names of her parents here,” she muttered after reading the information about the child. Mariko tapped the search bar and typed Orianna’s name. Her right brow raised as she read the data about Orianna. ‘Orianna McCartney. 25 years old. Entrepreneur. Owner of Pearl of Orianna’s, McCartney jewels, SofiMalls. Billionaire. Status: Divorced.’ She smirked as she saw her status. “They wrote ‘Divorced’ but did

Silence. " Milene is with me. '' Raïna fidgeted a moment before recalling a woman with brown hair, dazzling curls which swirled around the pretty smile she had plastered on her face. Finally a name she could put a face on, Milene, that maid who always watered her roses when she was too preoccupied to remember, or in too much pain to do it. But where exactly were they, and what kind of pinch were they in? " Milene's favorite place, come as fast as you can, she won't last for long. " And with another heart-shattering scream, the connection was cut.

Every time she shows me a smile, I feel my conscience stabbing me, I don't know how to tell her that her nephew has something to do with my father's death, I can't understand how all this is happening. We went into the cellar of vases full of wine to arrange them. According to Aunt Akiyama there will soon be a festival, my favorite festival, tanabata festival, the blissful festival of the stars, my mother used to tell me about that legend "the princess and the shepherd. Orihime the Weaver Princess, was the daughter of Tentei the Heavenly King. Orihime wove splendid cloth on the banks of the Amanogawa River. Her father loved her fabrics, and she worked hard day after day to have them ready, b

Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators. - Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there, if you don't believe me. Mister, hello… tell me, is the girl beautiful? The Japanese smiles, nods, listens attentively: - Canesna, kasavita! Both are tart! And he takes a picture - Louis and Keith hugging against the background of a blue glass tunnel and fish floating in the water column. “Foul play,” Kitsune snorts. He is from Japan and I have big eyes and red hair. Of course, for him it is already beautiful. Wow! Look, look over there, what a fish!

CHAPTER 46: THE DEBT-VAULT The hum of the Debt-Vault was a low-frequency scream that vibrated in my teeth. The rows of glass tanks stretched into the darkness, each one containing a fragment of my life in the slums. Sora’s face was pressed against the glass of the nearest tank, her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent, drowning plea. A glowing violet umbilical cord ran from her chest to the central obsidian crystal—the "Master Battery."

Lena smirked as we approached each other. “I’m fine,” I replied. “It hadn’t exactly been a walk in the park.” “I didn’t expect it to,” she replied. “You guys got something?” “Not something enough to work with,” I replied. “But it’s something we can use. Elora said our guy’s name is Morgeaus. The one that runs the show.” “Never heard of the name,” she replied, then pressed a thumb on my forehead. “I need to establish a mindlink with you, and keep you from being detected. Watching you from the mirror is quite stressful.”

Morgan’s POV I felt Harry’s hands on my shoulders, and I looked up at him. “Patience Alpha”, his voice came through the mind link. I heaved a sigh and sat down. When the Sage saw that I was calm, he began his speech. “Now, the next matter we would table with the council is the matter of your fated mate, which may turn out to be Luna in the near future. He heaved a sigh, “Alora is a hybrid. We saw what happened during her shift. She walked on two legs. Her fur… silver with streaks of blue. That is not natural.”

The rookie sounded stunned. “This is a battlefield. There are traps, unclassified beasts being let out, and men with crazy battle techniques who could wipe us all out in an instant, but we! We are warriors; we are the deadly fang pack, the deadliest of the deadly, the one and only sane but insane pack with mighty men. No one claims war with us and survives”. “No one claims war with Ryu and survives.” I howled into the air. “Deadly Fang pack!” They changed as we moved deeper into the heart of the forest. The Orchids Pack stayed at the end of the forest, and we were going to work them back for betraying us with this final attack.