Morpheus Book Novels & Stories

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

Anything that could give him answers. He stopped in the mythology and local folklore section. His eyes were drawn to an old, worn-looking book with a cover made of untitled leather. As if a magnet were pulling his hand, he reached for it. The book opened by itself to a certain page. The illustration there made his blood freeze. It was a drawing of a handsome man with eyes shining like a predator, standing over a pile of corpses, with a dark, horned shadow shape stretching out behind him. Below the image was one word in ancient script that he somehow knew how to read: MORAT.

It’s a space that exuded power, wealth, and prestige. Morpheus relaxed on his chair with his face heavenward, lost in thoughts and tapping his sharp nails on the desk. Just then, the sound stopped and he sit up with a smirk on his face. He grabbed his keys and walked toward the bookshelf, he went behind it and pulled open the secret door that leads to the storage room. After walking through several doors, he finally arrived at a room with a small window in which a streak of lights was able to pass through. His gaze fell on the poisonous herbs he’s planted for years.

Darius was waiting lay on the bed reading a book, ‘I brought you some clean clothes, I hope they fit’ He pointed to them and turned back to his book she watched him for a few minutes, surprised he made no move towards her, she was ready to defend herself if he did. She was also confused she did not know what to do she was very attracted to him, he was awfully good looking but her shy innocence held her back. He looked up and frowned, ‘Could she really be that innocent?’ He thought seeing the confusion in her eyes, he wanted her, she was incredibly beautiful. Standing up he walked over to stand in front of her and tilted her chin with his finger looking into her anxious blue eyes

Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom. She was a great talker and listener, very confident, too, and… cool. Harold could sense those qualities and he appreciated them greatly although didn't commend her verbally. “I don't know,” Harold said. “What do you mean you don't know?” “I've never lived another life but this and since I don't know what it is like not being the pup of an alpha, I don't know what it is like being one,” he explained. “It is like asking you what it is like being… pretty.”

Those words echoed in her ear and at the back of her mind over and over in a never-ending loop. Morrigan jolted awake from her sleep, gasping for air the moment she woke up. She had cold sweats trickling down her forehead. Her hands that held the hands of the young girl she brought back were also sweaty. Looking around the room that’s a lot smaller than hers but still so grand for someone to live in, afraid that someone might be lurking in the shadow and anytime will pounce at her defenseless state. She brought her to stare back at the child she brought back. The young girl’s body is so small in the middle of the bed but still not a sign of waking up. The fever she had already died down. And

He is like a dead boy; living. Years passed and the wife got pregnant unexpectedly and it was a baby girl. That made them so happy because for them they are already complete. They have a boy and now the baby girl is coming and it all started from there. I closed my eyes again when I felt the current pull me again. This time it is stronger and heavier than the first two and I feel like I can’t breathe. I keep on falling and falling and falling. Until the fall stops and when I open my eyes and I am back. I saw Devon sitting beside me while Luna sat in front of me. They are both staring at me. I tried to stand but the other me left sitting on the floor. I immediately went near myself but it was

The bookcases are unlike any I've seen. They're filled with leatherbound books, but behind them are other things: sculptures, paintings, strange trinkets, maps. I want to touch each and every detail, but this place feels too much like a museum. Brush against one thing and an alarm will go off. The books themselves seem to glow with a strange light. I rub my tired eyes, realizing the weird light I'm seeing must be from looking at my textbooks all day and barely sleeping last night. "This is incredible," I say.

Charlatans! The back room was large. He searched, until he found the book, he searched for. The book was massive, covered in a thick layer of dust. The cover was locked with a handle that was shaped like a figure with elongated arms, he forced the lock. Nothing happened, he wasn't losing hope. With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust.

Chapter 7 Harper The coffee in my hand had gone cold somewhere between Drake explaining that Dominic was in a medically induced coma and him telling me that the Council was already drafting language to classify Marcus's attack as "evidence of demonic contamination spreading through Midnight Moon's leadership structure." I hadn't drunk it since.