Quien Es Morfeo Novels & Stories

” I needed to understand how Hunter’s wolf fits into the situation. ” Morpheus was the god of sleep. He saw me one full moon, playing in a meadow, and fell in love with me. He went to our mother and begged to be my mate. Morpheus exchanged his god powers for the ability to transform into a wolf as payment. When I saw Morpheus, the first Fated Mate Bond was created. When we died, our bond allowed us to be reincarnated into humans we deem worthy and would find each other again.” I couldn’t help but be inspired by their love story. A love story that doesn’t end with death. But something was nagging me.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

However, these rays of light were not meteors but rather a group of immortals, and leading them was a white-haired man in white. This man had incredibly long white hair and equally long white brows that trailed down to his chest, giving him an ethereal appearance. His skin was so exceptionally fair that it almost looked translucent, and his face was indescribably good-looking. There was also a touch of vermillion on his forehead, adding a hint of charm to his already enchanting countenance. As he gracefully rode the wind, he exuded an otherworldly demeanor. This man was none other than Morpheus, the one who had conversed with Lelantos on the cliff.

Being forced to move along with him for five days as he rode, I got to know a bit about the other seven that rode alongside him ahead of the army. Brontés was the closest male to Zephyros. Ever calm and collected. He hardly said a word but his obsidian eyes were ever observant and inspecting. Whenever Zephyros was absent, he commanded in his stead. Morpheus was the exact opposite of Brontés. Character-wise, for in physical looks, I couldn't even take a pick on who was more handsome. Where Brontés had jet black hair, Morpheus had dark burgundy. His aquamarine blue eyes were so striking and even from a distance, you could tell its color. He was charming but overly jovial and annoying. He revel

"Isabella? Have you lost your mind?" "My mind?" I sneered, glaring at his hypocritical face. "Morpheus. Don't act like you don't know the name." Alistair's pupils dilated. "What... Morpheus? The Greek god of dreams? What are you talking about?" I marched right up to him, unleashing days of bottled-up humiliation. "You were prepping for your sacred Blood Pact while sending me dirty texts in the middle of the night. Did you really think wearing that custom blood-garnet ring made you a perfect, devoted soulmate? You sicken me."

I know he is not innocent about it because he is Einger and just pretending to be someone else. “I am Cassandra Felix, I am not Irish Stephen, I am the girl who was raped and thought where killed ten years ago. What I saw that I thought were just part of my visions are my past. MY LOST MEMORIES who keeps on coming back and reminding me about WHO I AM!” I screamed in pain while looking at him, still confused and surprised. “I didn’t know and I am sorry to hear that, but you are Irish Stephen now, the girl that I love so forget about what happened ten years ago.” He whispered while looking at his wounds that he was covering with his hand.

I did, though my mind was racing far too quickly. “Morpheus is a water-element sorcerer,” Niobe began softly. “A very powerful one. Perhaps the strongest still alive.” She snapped her book shut and came closer. “His magic isn’t like ordinary water elementals. He can use mist to hide auras, illusions, even distort certain movements in time.” My throat tightened. “That’s… why he seems to disappear?” “Yes,” Siphora replied. “A sorcerer like him is slippery. Impossible to find unless he wants to be found.”

"The price is paid. You may ask." Liora's heart ached for Ronan, but she pushed forward. "The Sleeper. One of the Fallen Pantheon. What is it? How do we stop its dreams from destroying the world?" The Echo swayed. "The Sleeper is known as Morpheus, the Shaper of Dreams. He did not fall in battle. He fell into despair. He saw the endless chaos of mortal lives, the pain, the fleeting joys, and he found it meaningless. He chose to sleep, to dream a perfect, orderly world. But his despair leaks out. His dream is a cancer."

Kir asked with obvious interest in the male’s identity. The green haired man gently grabbed Kir’s hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it as he bowed. “I’m Morpheus, but you can call me Morph, Alex’s older cousin. Morpheus replied. Kir looked back to Alex, "is that true?" She asked. Alex sighs, as much as he would love to deny having any relations with Morph, his cousin did just save him from having to explain that he couldn't even understand himself. "Yes, it's true." Alex answered.

“Your siblings?” “Eris and Moros. She is the Goddess of Strife. She causes mayhem wherever she goes. She is apparently really stirring up the other realm. My brother Moros is the God of Doom. He drives mortals to their deaths. He can also drive various creatures as long as the aren't strong of will. My brother, Hypnos and I are going to stop them.” “How would a vampire have gotten a God and Goddess to do his dirty work for him?”