Moria Development Novels & Stories

"I didn't do anything, Dillan. You don't need to exaggerate." "It's true, Moira. Do you remember the last design we worked on? It was put on hold because you chose your fairy-tale life, where you'd be happy after marrying your dream prince. I used the remaining, abandoned design." Dillan activated the pad in his hand and showed me one of the images, which I recognized clearly. "This is the result of your genius, Moira. I named it Moi-Ra." "Is this the AI device we developed before?" I asked. He nodded.

***** Moria drove into the west isolated project site, where Ethan had scheduled a meeting with her that evening, trembling. “Meet me at the west isolated project site tonight… don’t keep me waiting. Ethan.” Cold chills snaked down her spine as she read the message. “What did I do wrong this time…?” She sighed, as her face drained of colors. Moria had sneaked out of the house in the name of an emergency elite meeting that evening because she didn’t want to be followed. Andrea knew her too well not to notice any change of behavior or weirdness. She stepped out of her car, legs barely steady on the ground.

Aria recognizes it from her fabricated academic history. Marcus remembers seeing it on research funding documents. Leon recalls meeting Morrison Institute representatives at tech conferences. Sophie processes the data with analytical precision. "Morrison. Like General Morrison. Like James Morrison who handled Mama's divorce. Like Alexander Morrison who managed the island facility." "The entire Morrison family has been orchestrating our lives," Aria realizes. Dr. Kim nods grimly. "Four generations of Morrisons have been developing technologies to modify human behavior on a species level. Project Mindbridge was just one experiment in a program that spans decades."

“Has Miss Moreles called this morning?” “No sir, but I have instructions to put her through immediately if she does.” “Good.” His office felt familiar and comfortable after a week away. Rohan was already waiting with a stack of files and his tablet, ready to dive into the day’s agenda. “The Morrison account closed while you were in Astoria,” Rohan began, settling into the chair across from Dario’s desk. “Fifteen percent above projected value. The Velmora office is asking for approval on the Takura district development.”

It was a preparation for the unsure. Whether or not Moria will succeed, she was not sure, but she was not about to let the hero fail. With all her power she was prepared to save the Llfhame. If she fails, the hero cannot, she will need a foundation that will support the hero until she can come back.

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

“Ah! Yes, the games, indeed Carldeath. I am aware that Rodeath will be the one to represent your Clan, or am I wrong? The being called Carldeath smiled calculatingly, nodding his head. “This is true, my master. The strongest and deadliest female demon from the underworld will be representing our Clan in the games.” “Moriah!” I was shocked to hear his voice calling Moriah. I slowly rose and responded, “Yes?” It was more of a question than an answer. I looked around at the demons with fear and doubt, they looked at me with resentment and contempt, and I turned my fearful gaze to Armaloth and ended with “Master.”

Her voice cold and laced with irritation makes the guards in front of her shake in fear. Morrigan could feel her head throbbing when the news of what is happening on the border arrived. She was expecting greater news than what arrived at her, but she just brushed it off thinking that not everything will go according to her plan. After battling with a drought that killed thousands of lives in the borders and leaving hundreds of families fighting for food and water she was able to help them get by. Now with her help, the people of the borders are slowly recovering and can alleviate their lives from the borders by her initiative to give them livestock and farmlands to sustain themselves, and wh