Morpheus Book Novels & Stories

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

He saw my glare and raised his hands in surrender. “I am sorry. I should have introduced myself in the beginning itself. Let’s start over again, shall we?” he asked. I just looked at him for a moment to see if he was serious this time or was trying to provoke me again. I nodded at him when his face looked sincere enough. “Hello Nemesis. I am Morpheus, the God of dreams. Normally, I send dreams to people or appear in their dreams to deliver a message. But since I wanted to meet you, I deliberately appeared in your dream today,” he said with a genuine smile.

I glared at him. "I need time. Please, don't waste your time coming here? I want---" I didn't finish my line when my head suddenly throbs. My eyes became blurry and my stomach is in pain again. "Are you okay? Lucy, wake up!" The only voice I heard before I lost my consciousness. --- Eloisa POV

Aeon said, voice almost insisting. “Okay, I guess.” He nodded, not finding a reason to argue. “For J7, I noticed a limp, so I’m guessing one of his legs. And Chriso is hard to figure out, same as you. He’s very rigid, even when relaxed. So, his shoulder?” “Hehehe hahaha!” Aeon laughed, loving the conversation. “Well, you were half right with J7, but completely missed the mark with Chriso.” “Oh? How wrong was I?” Steve asked, cheeks taking on a red tint once again.

His only saving grace for not giving into panic was the cool air that continually flowed through vents near the ceiling. Jasper wiped at the beads of sweat that coated his forehead while he pondered over the state of his physical being. He was clearly morphing. The questions of what he was morphing into as well as what triggered it bounced around in his head. Was it the adrenaline that coursed through his veins or was it the taste of vampire flesh and blood that still lingered in his mouth? The bare metal walls shoved his voice back at him as he asked aloud, “Am I becoming a zombie?”

, Rudra Singh Rathore {Male lead of Book 5 'HADES Lost PERSEPHONE'} •PORISHMA DAS "A Strong Single Mother" "I hate Jealousy. I hate possessiveness because I am nobody's Possession", Porishma Das (Female Protagonist of book 2 'Sexiest Monster and His Possession) •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• ~ Description Of The Stories & Introduction Of The leads :- • Second Story : Sexiest MONSTER And His Possession {Davis-Porishma}

"Your scent is driving me absolutely insane." "What's wrong?" my voice sounded foreign and slurred. The sedatives must be on the way out of my system. "Rut," he breathed out frustrated and I watched him curl up until his knees touched his forehead. "I knew it would be happening soon, but your bite must've triggered it. I woke up like this." His body shook and gentle sobbing followed. "I'm fucking going insane over here. Mordecai you need to leave." "Why?" I could barely form much a thought. I didn't even know male wolves had ruts anymore. I thought we evolved out of this a long time ago when our numbers skyrocketed.

Best to leave it for last. After reading the first few pages, my first impression is that this Alpha was a total quack. All he wrote about was the chosen daughter. The time that she lived with them brought them joy and prosperity. Apparently, he believed that her presence gave the pack well wishes and good fortune. Even though she had died three hundred years before he was the Alpha, he still wrote like it was only recent. If he hadn’t have written the dates, I would have thought that he was there for it, that he knew her personally. This idiot. Believing in fairy tales like a child. Is it any wonder it was so easy for me to wipe out this pack. I flipped through the rest of the pages more qu

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

He roared, trying once more to stand upright. At that moment, his opponent leaped suddenly! Morpheus heard a heart-wrenching voice amidst the clamor. He wanted to stand up and hug her again, but his eyelids couldn't open anymore. His breath grew faint, and his soul seemingly detached from his body. As his soul floated in the sky, he saw his own body, saw Persephone crying her heart out, saw Fat Jim's smirk, saw the chaotic and filthy world slowly drifting away from him...