Novel & Cerita Mort Novel

It was almost comical, but then again, I wouldn’t expect anything normal from that guy. “You deranged motherfucker . . .” I murmur, crumpling the note in my hand. I should have expected this. He’s a Morozov—the head of Morozov. That unforgiving Russian Billionaire who got his eyes as a curse. They say it’s the color of every blood he drained off of his victim’s bodies—the only bad thing that revealed a murderer was behind that beautiful, godly face. I shouldn’t have become too reliant just because of a provocative lap dance, or how he carried me back home.

With vampire's being immortal and hard to kill there were not too many graves. She walked until she got to a certain building. Looking up she saw the name Moretti above her head. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. One thing her nose was very good at was picking up the smell of death. Getting over the stench she walked over to a plot she knew was occupied and placed her hand on the headstone.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

I hope he doesn't catch me that easily. "Send them a notice and ask them to give the reasons. If not, cancel their Quota." "Yes Alpha" "Anything else?" Volkan asks sighing to only have Jason reply reluctantly. "Actually yes Alpha. Last night.... 2 mysterious deaths were again reported." "Where?" Volkan asks, his fingers tapping the wooden table above me as he pulls forward his seat. Making his legs to almost reach me and I move back further. Curling myself in a ball. "The mysterious forest"

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

The shade of a winter horizon pre-storm, holding an abyss, a vastness that vowed no meanness or mercy, just a huge, uncaring might. "Victor," she stated. Her tone was parched, like dry foliage stirring, but it echoed perfectly. "You've delivered the oddity." "As agreed, Morwen," Holloway responded, his words unusually stiff. He nudged me ahead a bit. "The spark. The mortal with Blackwell reek and... something more." Morwen. A label. It made her more tangible, more awful. She advanced toward me, and the atmosphere buzzed with static. The whiff of storm air and ancient tombs hit me.

"Whatever his angle is, he still crawled into a toxic sewer to save Dash, and I just dumped a basin of dirty water on his head. I can't exactly throw him out on the street looking like that." There was one thing she didn't admit out loud. When Mortimer hadn't hesitated for a single second—ripping off his designer coat and dropping straight into an enclosed storm drain full of toxic fumes—she had been genuinely shocked. To say she didn't feel even a tiny ripple of emotion in that moment would be a lie. But it was exactly that: just a tiny ripple. Nothing more. "Sera." Mortimer's deep voice drifted out from the bathroom. Wilmot felt the hair on his arms literally stand up. The sheer cringe was

Only Sumire couldn't smell the scent of death and was unaware of what was happening around her. Mort was grotesquely killing the immortals who were after Sumire's life in the blink of an eye while Narco was distracting her. Due to his lightning speed, Sumire failed to notice the two to four seconds of Mort's disappearance in the place to protect her from assassination. Stavros, on the other hand, was on full alert. The boy couldn't understand why they dared to attempt to kill his mate. Whoever the mastermind behind sending these perpetrators is now going unhinge as all they sent met their inevitable end. "Young master, it's getting late. Your father is sending us home." Leaned, Klauss whispe

When I got a whiff of his scent, however, my hunch was proven. Mortel is no longer a pure bred werewolf and there is a vampire scent coming off of him. That explains his speed and red eyes. "I was there when they died, you know? I watched how he killed them one by one. I watched how blood poured out of their wounds, and I watched how fire consumed their bodies." He continued to taunt me, landing a solid kick on my side and I flew away. I whimpered in pain but instantly stood up to face him. I forced myself to calm down and not be affected by his words. I know what he's doing. He's distracting me and waiting for me to let my guard down.

My heart thunders harder in my chest the closer we get to Raiden’s office. When he opens it, the thundering becomes a bit harder to control because we’re not going to be alone in here. Morwenna, glossy black hair and impeccable face sits in an upright posture in one of the chairs, and in the other, Mort has a soft smile on his face, his eyes twinkling in an eerily dark way that sends a shiver down my spine. If Morwenna is the darkness of assassins and beautifully evil witches, Mort’s is the darkness of forests on a starless night. It makes sense that they grew up together.