Morpheus Books Novels & Stories

She asked me again. I nodded. " She just got in before you" she said and I quickly say thank you to her. I quickly roamed my eyes to find her. I went to the science bookshelf because I know she loved evolution. I'm now in the origins section and while looking at her, I accidentally hold someone's hands and she was surprised. Of course, I was shocked too because we get the same book. It's about Origins of Werewolves and Human. " Mr.Reid?! Are you following me?" She furiously asked me.

****A/N**** So this was the last chapter of BOOK 1 BOOK 2 :The Rejected Alpha King is out on GoodNovel P.S. [] is for what Elias said to Erica back when they spoke before she woke up.

I slowly sit up and as I swing my legs over the side of the bed I feel different, strange like there is something wrong, something missing. I put my hand to my head and realise that the low hum that is always there as my connection to the pack is missing. I then turn inward, “Morpheus??” I am surprised not only don’t I get a reply, but it’s like he isn’t even there. I get to my feet and move over to one of the cupboards. I open it and pull out a wrapped-up bundle. I place it on the counter and unwrap it. I pull out the small scalpel and make a small cut on my arm. My breath hitches at the slight sting, but I breathe out a sigh of relief as I watch the cut I just made heal and seal itself.

Kent POV My head throbs as I slowly stretch my wide open. Last night was like a dream but when I felt a heavy head lying on my arms, I saw her, the woman I resented fifteen years ago. She's calmly sleeping beside me. She's still in her deep sleep and I didn't want to wake her up. I slide her hair covering from her face and locked it behind her ears. I smiled to see the full view of her bare face. She's still beautiful as ever. I suddenly stop caressing her face when she started to move her body.

The thought is both humbling and strengthening. Over the following weeks, Moonhaven settles back into its rhythms while we integrate lessons learned in Quebec. The bookstore reopens with an expanded section on interdimensional studies—carefully disguised as anthropological texts and theoretical physics for casual browsers, but containing genuine wisdom for those who know how to read between the lines.

Something in between. The serum wolves are coming.

“Raven, Pentu, look at me… focus on me, what do you feel? You’re the Goddess of Death, you will always feel death and their souls when they move through the veil, focus, what do you feel?” Mummo grabs the sides of my face and makes me look into her dark eyes that show endless wisdom and time. ‘Raven get in there!’ Ruby screams in my head, trying to pull me into the fire to find our pups.

Book 3 in the Divine Order Series. Follow Harper and Elias as they enter the Neverplain to search for the pieces of Marcus's Soul, and have the most life changing battle of their lives.

Or is it somewhere inbetween while every part of them that is made of flesh is torn from their bodies? Aeon didn't know. She didn't know about herself or about her fellow Partial Techs. And she would hate The Aliane for the rest of her life for that. She will kill every soldier she comes across, wheather they be human sourced or Aliane sourced, she will kill them. She will take them down for every one of her Partial Tech brothers and sisters. For every person stolen from their homes and child ripped from their parents arms. For every human who was forced to complete Techmorphasis. And for her, for being the only human whos heart was stolen, for forever beeing half human, for forever not know

Cute. I went next to the living room. The couch was dark green. In between this and the television was a soft white patterned carpet against the wooden floor. The tall bookshelf I was talking about earlier was on the right side of the tv. I chuckled in amusement, seeing the books arranged in a color-coordinated way. This girl has a lot of time in her hands. I crouched down, noticing something else at the bottom shelf. It was filled with customized notebooks and journals. I pulled out a medium-sized one with a transparent cover. It was filled with watercolor painting of flowers.