Mort Madagascar Novels & Stories

We head back outside; before I get a chance to take my cold-weather gear off, checking the perimeter that Madog had set up earlier. As we walk around, I notice something brown on the ground. Whatever it is, It's not moving, Madog says to me. "Whatever it is, It looks like it's already dead. I should have been in the shower now, not moving fucking dead animal carcasses." He grumbles. As we walk up to the creature, I notice pale skin and long blonde hair. "fuck Madog, that's no animal." I shout as I take off running with Madog right behind me.

Vamoire protested. Maridelle smirked. “You know what? You are slowing us.” Vamoire raised her eyebrow. She felt insulted, but she knows Maridelle is trying to say something. She let her speak. “I mean there is a faster way to make the war more chaotic.” She grinned. Maridelle pranced toward the monster caged at the corner of the laboratory. It is huge and bulky and his physiognomy is terribly grotesque. But she could feel the potential on its muscles bearing too much unused strength.

I could see his erection straining in his pants and it made me damper with need. "All of you in heat I suggest you hurry quickly to the rooms I've given you. Not to alarm anyone but this place is full of demons and trust me when I say they can scent your estrus and will breed with you no matter your species," Mortas announced as his red eyes fell on both Raina and I. I told Zurac that we should go quickly and he growled of course and hoisted me up on his shoulder.

Easily the size of my whole house in Wisconsin. Sconces on the walls emit a soft glow, and flames dance in a fireplace that’s so tall I could stand up in it. Oil paintings of stuffy old people line the walls, and a staircase winds up to the second floor. Hallways branch off to the left and the right, muffled voices floating down one of them. “My name is Madame Aldine. I trust your journey here was without incident.” She folds her hands together in front of her and a golden brooch shines at the base of her throat. “It is imperative that you get sufficient rest tonight as tomorrow you will be facing The Selection.”

I wondered. There is no way my mom would not make me marry her if she finds out. But she is already a slave which makes her not a suitable wife to me and that only brings me back to marrying Kate. I will also feel ridiculed being mated to a slave and weak human. I groaned. I can reverse her slave decree if I knew how she was made a slave but I do not know how. I might have to speak to Arden about it but we are not on good terms now. Even if Arden finally helps, I do not know how grievous the crime they lied that she committed is, and If I might have to come clean that I am the one who asked that she is being turned into a slave because I do not want to accept her as my mate. That will make m

I closed my mouth when I realized I was drooling. "I don't like speech so I will say what I have to say. This is the motherfucking Alpha of betwood pack of the werewolf community and we are all here to witness the death of this sinful being. He thought he could play with one of our own and get away with it". He said lazily as if it were a normal thing for him to say.

I blurted out from behind him. My heart was racing in my ears. He abruptly stopped dancing and turned to look at me. “Sure boss, what’s up,” he said, his face turning to stone once he registered it was me. “Is my mate pregnant,” I asked, quite serious. I waved to Emilia, indicating he should check her out. I remember that Mikhail began his career for the Solonik family as a tracker, he was one of the absolute best. He could smell things that most wolves couldn’t, and an early pregnancy would be certainly one of those things.

Raven nodded, there was a brief ripple of thought in his forehead. He already knew that Maddie was special. Yet it remained a vague story. What had it to do with love in her heart? He got up, took the elixir from Moon, and said he would lay down for another hour. ‘There seems to be a prophecy that puts Maddie in the middle of a tree meditation and getting energy, and something with a moon goddess,’ Raven told Rodolf. ‘Nice and clear,’ said Esmee, but Rodolf could do something with that information and immediately investigated.

He was shocked too but after a second, he went back to his normal state. He approached his office chair and sat. He looked at me then smirked. "What a small world Clark Clarkson..." "Penniless?" he mocked and chuckled while staring at my face. The man in front of me was no other than Mr. Montenegro. The man who was chasing Magda before in the club. The day I saved Magda from him. I remembered the words I said, like threatening him to pull out his shares in our car company. I shut my eyes and then open them again.

“Mother.” “Aw, look at you, four hundred years old and still a mama’s boy.” Persephone teased as she flicked her hands and all of Maddox clothes went flying across the room. Maddox was tall and lean and all those years in Africa made him tan and develop little curly hairs everywhere. He looked like Adonis but he was built better and bigger. With biceps that could stop a rhinocerus and arms that could wrestle and elephant. “I have not taken a bath yet.”