Morticia Addams Novels & Stories

Rosemary is an orphaned werewolf girl with extreme gifts. Taken away from her childhood friend Jesiah who is destined to become the king of werewolf’s. Forced to train to become an assassin for the Vatican to kill their eternal enemy Lucifer. Rosemary finds herself in the middle of romance between Lucifer whom she was sworn to kill and Jesiah her loving mate. Enjoy! Excerpt - With my eyes closed, I stretched my arms to feel silky sheets all around me. Coming to, I remembered blacking out near the river so why am I feeling silk and pillows?!? I shot up and took in my surroundings. I noticed a dagger on the wall. Is this another one of Enora’s drills? I thought feeling confused. Then the

Though Jamie seemed cool-not rogue like the others. "What's your name, pretty?" he asked, their eyes meeting. "Morticia." He frowned and chuckled. "Morticia? Like Morticia Addams?" "Huh... How do you know?" "Your last name is Addams? Morticia Addams is a character from 'The Addams Family'. How did you end up with that name?" "My mother gave it to me." "You don't know what it means, do you?" "No, I've never thought to find out. Is it weird?" she asked.

He wasn’t coming back from that. “Mam?” Someone said coming around the corner and then gasped seeing her with blood down her front and hands. Three dead men and a woman with solid black eyes. She hissed at him and then took off faster than he could see. She was after all a creature of nightmares, and no remorse was there for what she did or the mortal she scared.

I can't say how many times I heard her sobbing, and she can't deny it for I can read her mind. When we first came to our mansion in the Mortal Realm, it looks like a haunted house back then. It was elegant, yet eerie. I was down as soon as we get there, luckily, my best friend's pack was also there to help us. The following day, I manage to regain my consumed energy. ******* "Alaric," The young Adhira said as I finally manage to walk. I was too drained from the fight, luckily, I recover my energy fast.

One of the soldiers' fairy soul was even broken into pieces, and he died tragically as a result. 'What?' Zakari and the three brothers, who were casually watching from the sidelines, were taken aback. They were furious as they stared at Morticia. 'How is that woman so powerful?' 'She even broke the soldier's fairy soul into pieces with just one move!' "Wait a minute!" Zavari suddenly looked closer at Morticia's face and yelled as he realized something. "We were too careless! That lady is not human. She is one of the Fiend Martyrs."

Just like the usual nights, Morrigan had the same dreams, the same dark endless hallway she stands every night. The same scene of tall walls of flames, her mother's lifeless body, and the same voices taunting and haunting her eve in her dreams. But this time it was even more frightening. Screams and laughter mixes in her mind, in that endless darkness everything is shrouded in dark clouds, she couldn't see anyone. But when there finally came light in front of her is Lydia's dead body. Drenched in blood, molested, and murdered brutally. It was the same scene but this time behind Morrigan was a tall shadow of a man. When she turned around the maniacal smiles of her uncle was the first thing sh

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

They all said and taking her bloody hands, they kept it on themselves while she watched them emotionlessly. "Where is Humbert?" "Seems like he didn't return with his brother today. Probably, he left for his tour." "He will die soon." Simone said and stretching her hands widely, she laughed evilly for the first time, as the pleasure of committing a sin started to ease the pain, she felt in the few hours. Her laughter was merciless and inhumane. The greed to kill was so high that it could send shivers down anyone's spine. Celebrate the birth of the first ever Mafia Girl, Vienna. Happy days are over; it's time for terror. Simone Thompson's terror wouldn't allow you to live nor die!

I was still on the same bed I’d been punctured on, only now I was wearing clothes, and the needles were gone. Sitting beside me was a woman dressed in black from her head to her toes. She wore a black hat, her eyes were as dark as a raven’s, and her smile made me shift uneasily. “Who the hell are you?” I asked as she sat there, staring and smiling at me. “I’m Morticia,” the woman said. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. After the way Grey and the organization have been bragging about you, I just knew, darling—you’re special.”

Cute trick—proof he'd been home, like I was just spiraling. I smiled, slid an arm around his waist, tipped my chin up for a kiss. He leaned back. "People are around." I stepped closer anyway—and caught a weird smell. It smelled like faint ash—burnt incense. I'd smelled it on Zoey before. She'd called it spiritual, said she always had incense going at her place. And just like that, it clicked. Not cigarettes. Not cooking. The incense killed my hamster. *** That afternoon, I did rounds with a few interns.