Morro Novels & Stories

j " Beta what the hell was that attack from. There hasn't a attacks in 4 years." " Yes Alpha. I have connected the Delta so far there has been attacks that have spread from Texas toward the pack. So far we haven't found anything that could connect Rose to it all." replied T.j

LaRosa rushed, spotting the obvious. “He was last seen entering here” Gina echoed, pointing at a luxurious looking building which evidently sashayed itself to be a clubhouse. “Club Erebus” She continued, calling out its name. “This is where things get interesting” She said, dragging her hands through the texture of the pictures and paper as though in search of something. Then she paused on a particular picture. “Lil Joe” Marco and I echoed simultaneously, looking over the picture which showed Lil Joe coming out of the Club.

Chapter Thirteen The penthouse windows shimmered with the blood-orange glow of sunset, the city beneath reduced to moving shadows. Alex Morano stood before them like a statue carved from storm clouds—motionless, unyielding, and ready to shatter. He had spent years building empires from ruin, but nothing had prepared him for the quiet, lethal betrayal whispering through his bloodline.

As they drove in, Bella stared around in awe, they had not exaggerated when they had said the Del Gato compound was majestically built, because it was indeed, tall, very tall palm trees filled the area and a waterfall in it's midst. Bella stared around in amazement, her lips ajar. The car halted and she inhaled for a while ready to meet her Mr Man, her mother gave her a small kiss on the cheeks afterwards. "Dante Cassato himself" a thick masculine voice exclaimed. Bella turned to see the almighty Lorenzo walking majestically down the stairs, clapping.

I have often wondered if they think someone would pick a name like Melessa in order to be invisible. Once, having the name stopped being a curse. Once. I was traveling back from Europe headed to California. It was winter. We landed at JFK in New York and the connecting flight, non-stop to Los Angeles, left me waiting at JFK for six hours. The storm that was arriving at JFK at the same time I did threatened to close JFK in a few hours. I changed flights and got a flight to Denver. The ticketing person assured me Denver was now behind the storm and everything would be great. I would connect in Denver for a flight to LAX. She booked my tickets and I was off.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the Eclipse Pack territory. Alpha Shane Lincoln, a formidable werewolf with a commanding presence, stood on the elevated platform at the heart of the pack's settlement. His piercing eyes surveyed the pack members gathered before him, their expressions a mix of concern and determination. "My fellow pack members," Shane began, his voice resonating through the crisp night air. "We have received troubling news. Vampires, our ancient adversaries, have launched a series of attacks in neighboring cities – Greenhills, South Shore, and beyond."

It seemed faint but only a quarter of it was visible, no one could figure out whose shadow it was. Out of anger, Billy took over his phone and humphed, “As long as there’s an antique old house, it’ll be San Marcaome in your eyes. This is clearly San Mapeque.” “San Mapeque? Which area? How is it that I’ve not heard of this place before?” Charlie never knew that Billy had a soft spot or any sort of discovery for such places. “MillerVille of San Mapeque…” saying these four words lazily, Billy continued playing with his phone. Suddenly, the phone vibrated. He sat up, moved to one side, and continued playing.

La-di-da! Iris jumped from rock to mound to rock as she made her way to the town. It was a beautiful day, the deep green of the trees vibrant against the bright blue sky. A slight breeze tugged at her long hair and seemed to fill up her chest, until she was light as air and giddy with the warm sunlight glowing against her skin. Iris enjoyed the rare moment of levity and bubbling energy before slowing down to a sedate pace as she turned a hill and caught sight of the town's sloping roofs. A Candlemaiden should walk with grace and gravity: Mother Hall's words, not Iris's. She wasn't quite sure what it meant to walk with gravity, but she figured walking slowly and steadily was a good bet.

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

I said while smirking. We have studied the different creatures that we can interact since we entered here in Metanoia and this is the first time we will see a real Morosis. What is in the book is correct, they look dirty, dry and disgusting. They also carry a fishy smell that resembles rotting fish. Their eyes are black and they have no nose and hair. Based on our study the Morosis have strength but they do not have brains so they do not know how to think. And ... They came from Alamort in the Echor world. They are made of mud and a mixture of dark power.