Morro Novels & Stories

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ ‘Hell Morgathor prison’ is carved in front of the gate, with a skeleton head that’s meant to signify death. The detective gets verified, and the gate opens wide to let us in.

The moonlight over Lake Como was a liquid silver mirror, reflecting the jagged, snow – capped peaks of the Alps. Tucked away in a private cove, accessible only by water or a heavily guarded mountain pass, sat Villa Moretti. It was a sprawling, neo – classical masterpiece of lemon – hued stone and white marble. Its tiered gardens cascaded down to the dark water like a frozen waterfall.

"There's a drug store down the street from the school, on the corner, okay?" After school, I make my way down the street, further than I've ever been. The drugstore is there, and on the third corner is a gas station. The fourth is a diner. I cross the street and enter the building, my twenty dollars tucked in my pocket. It's smaller than the regular CVS or Walgreens that I'm used to, but I find the vitamin section and luckily there are bottles of melatonin. I take one, buy it, keep the change, and cross the second street, the third, then enter the diner.

gomez and stared at my hands pressing Mark’s chest, when his fists began to hit Tom. “¿Ya no te sientes muy macho, pendejo? ¿Te gusta hacer sufrir a las mujeres?” I heard him say in Spanish between blows “You’ll see what it's like to be a macho, when I take you to the Hacienda...” I shuddered with terror when I heard his muffled moans, so I met Mark's eyes, seeing his limp, pale face, and although his chest rose and fell, he was completely still.

Irina managed to bring Malia to the middle of the forest, one of the wild forests on the outskirts of Moonwood City. The forest bordering Northernwood and Eastwood, a place where Archie's misfortune, Ash's best friend, has been turned into a hybrid by Damien. Dark. There is no light coming in at all. In fact, the crescent light couldn't sneak through even a speck of things. Malia's tiny body shook violently. She shuddered at the sound of a lick on her left side. At that time, Irina was licking the rest of Malia's blood that stained her long nails.

Morozko reached into his pocket and withdrew a cigarette. He spat sparks onto its end and took a contemplative drag. The moon cut a sliver in the star-pricked sky. Morozko watched as silver vila militias flew on high, heralding a storm. “Great, it is going to blizzard,” Morozko said, coming to a rickety bridge. He peered at his reflection in the moonlight and cast his cigarette into the water. His image rippled: white hair braided back, youthful faced, with a proud point to his ears like all nechist.

I joked in an attempt to lighten the now heavy atmosphere that settled between us. My father rolled his dark, hooded eyes before continuing, "We found one way to escape hell. The place your subconscious took you too was a place that lies between the realm of mortals and the realm of hell." "It's how demons come into this realm. It's a bridge that was created. Under the bridge is a sea full of anger and hate. It is known as the sea of lost souls," my mother explained further. A frown now covering the soft features of her face.

, Lena said to Dawn, a couple of hours later, pushing away the file she’d been skimming through “all these words are starting to blur together” “Theres no need”, Dawn said looking up from the page she had been reading “I know where Mathew Drummond is buried”. “Where?” Lena asked, leaning over to read the paper. “’Ravenhill Cemetery’”, Dawn read aloud “’In a grave marked with his initials MD’”. “That’s it?” Lena questioned “there aren’t any other markings or writing on it?” “I’m afraid not”, Dawn answered. She looked up at her friend “you didn’t think it was going to be easy, did you?” she teased.

"Your Majesty?" "Just like you, I also still don't understand how the river is polluted because until now we haven't received the next letter. But what is clear, for now the river is very dangerous, even for the time being all rivers must also be careful so that the same problem does not occur !" said the King. "The River Moron is in the border region between Lithonia and Edafos. What if all this is their doing, Your Majesty?"

Leo pulled up in front of a brown building that appeared to be abandoned. I climbed off, looking across the deserted street. I noticed that not a single bird was flying there. That place was strangely quiet and empty and it was giving me goosebumps all over my body. Leo stepped out. “It’s a beautiful place, isn’t it?” He taunted. I could feel a smirk in his voice. “There is no way to get out of here.”