Mort Novel Novels & Stories

Four of them total. Three are Silver Hunters, and the fourth ... is Sara Khalek. A gasp flies from my lips, and Davis shifts into his wolf form. "Sara." I rush to her side and feel her cheek. She's cold. She's been dead for many hours, maybe for days. Davis sniffs one of the bodies, his wolf lips curling back. "She put up a good fight." His bass werewolf voice echoes in the small room. I close my eyes against the tears. "Are there any others in here?"

When she saw Darryl stretch out his hand, Morticia knitted her brows and snorted, "Don't touch me." She pursed her lips. She felt embarrassed and furious, and she was almost in tears. That man had defiled her purity, but his powers were so great that she could not kill him to vent her hatred. 'Why am I so miserable?' Darryl was stunned, and he retracted his hand as he forced a smile. Morticia inhaled like she had made a decision. She lifted her head as she closed her eyes. "Kill me." 'My purity is no longer intact, and I'm trapped here. Instead of living like this, why don't I just die?'

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

Only then did Death stop hunting them. Mort is different from everyone else. He is a Mafia King. His name is a big catch in the Underground that even the people on the surface want to kill him. Put a price on his head. Klauss knows how difficult it is for Mort to cut his connection to the Underground. Even if he wants a peaceful life with Sumire and their children, that is unlikely to happen. His enemies will keep coming after him and it may endanger his family. If his life with Sumire will be happy, serenely beautiful, and quiet, Klauss knows that it will only last a short period of time. That won't last long.

Detective Harry Macmillan was in an office at Scotland Yard, who had taken an oath herself, to find the murderer of Willemina Winchester; she was analyzing some papers, they were the notes on how the body had been found, with a couple of holes in the neck, some of the funeral service agents and others said with fear; "It must be a vampire", "or some demonic being", those were the rumors that ran through the streets of the city, in the other bodies that had been found the marks were the same, he had his fountain pen between his lips and his nose, he thoughtfully read each one of those notes.

"Or have you forgotten? Back then, I went by Misha." The name hit me like a jolt, and my heart skipped a beat. "Kingsmoor Institute of Commerce. Fall of 2019." His voice was low and rich, like a cello. "The library was open 24/7 during exam week, and you used to bring coffee and donuts for everyone pulling all-nighters." The memories surged back like a rising tide. He was an exchange student from Vostmark—always alone in the corner and perpetually wearing a black hoodie that never quite fit. With his buzz cut and broad shoulders, he gave off the impression of a bodyguard rather than a student.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

Chapter 1 Rebirth Harriet Munoz, the infamous simpleton in Meawood City, died. She died on her birthday. Before she died, her younger sister, Nora Munoz, deceived her into signing an organ donation form. As she was tied to the operating table, all the organs that could be donated were removed from her body without anesthesia, causing her to die in excruciating pain. As for Vernon Morton, whom she thought was the man she loved? After swindling away the inheritance left to her by her mother, he turned around and gave it to Nora as a betrothal gift.

Hearing his words, she didn't hesitate to roll her eyes. "Just when I thought that you were going to be serious for once" She glared at him but won't stop smiling. "But haven't you considered quitting. I can give you all my wealth and sign everything over to you." He continued. "Let's talk about this again until we catch the Serial Killer." Ottiline Shrugged and said nonchalantly. "There are do many serial Killers, Which of them?" "The Death Killer. The one that kills people that are about to die. We call him the death killer, Isn't that funny?" She muttered.

His lips twisted into a cruel smile, and I knew he was just getting started. Morelli moved fast, closing the gap between us with alarming speed. His fist shot out again, this time aiming lower, a brutal jab meant for my ribs. I twisted my body just enough to let it graze past me, but the force still skimmed my side, sending a fresh wave of pain shooting through my battered ribs. My breath faltered, but I couldn’t stop now.