Quien Fue Morfeo Novels & Stories

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.

I was looking at the data. "They are testing us," I said coldly. "First the village, then the city attack. They are measuring our strength." "They are getting bolder," Isabella said worriedly. "Who is leading them? Who is powerful enough to cast such a huge illusion?" "I have a guess," Master Shen spoke up, walking into the room. "There is only one person in history who mastered the Nightmare Arts. He was supposed to be dead..." "Who?" Aria asked. "His name is Morfeus," Master Shen said gravely. "He was a sorcerer who could control dreams and reality. He was sealed away centuries ago. But if he is back... then everything changes."

Vorlyk's power flared, making his hair ruffle like there was a windstorm in the room. The other vampire didn't take his eyes from Vorlyk and he spoke without anger. "I ask that you hear me out. You cannot defeat the number of vampires against you. I am here to help." "Who is he?" Nicolas asked his liege while keeping his eyes on the new vampire. Disgust dripped from Vorlyk's mouth. "This is Morris, or as he was known in Europe, The Moor."

He entered Mortimer's cell. Mortimer looked up, expecting the see the King or Prince Clyde as usual. "Mortimer" Jason called "Who are you?" Mortimer asked "I'm Jason, I'm a druid, from Axifon" Mortimer's eyes lit up in surprise. He had heard of him. "Sire" He called Jason bent down "You'll soon be saved, I promise, I wish I could help but I can't tamper with what is supposed to happen" He said and stood up.

I explained to Cyrus. “He just wants to blow off some steam, it’s nothing to be worried about “ Cyrus tried to assure me. “You also knew Morpheus was a Gryden why didn’t you tell me” “Vincent didn’t want you to know, not yet. And I think he has his reasons for that” “Do they all have powers just like Morpheus” “They all do. Dartron is a necromancer, he has the ability, to communicate with the dead and he can bring them back to life”

When I hear his voice in my head this time, it is different. It's a lot deeper and demands that one listens to it. "I am sorry, Yasmine..." "Who?? Why?" "Did I hurt you?" "No, you sat right on the border of hurting me. You scared me more!" "Again I am sorry... Normally I can handle the full moon a lot better, but touching you, and loving you made me lose control a lot sooner than I should have... I am Morpheus... I am Zachariah's Lycan!"

I looked over my shoulder at Maeve, who was leaning back against the wall, some color returning to her cheeks. Una cleared her throat, looking past me to where Robbie and Pete were standing. "Lycaon was the son of Leto, the woman who eventually became the Moon Goddess. We are…descendants of him, like Maeve's line descends from Morrighan, Leto's daughter." Una's eyes were shining as she looked back at me, "He came here after she broke the stone." "What stone?" I said abruptly, interrupting her. It's a gem, came Maeve's voice in my mind, the memory of her sitting on the edge of the bed in the Persephone flitting across my consciousness.

Once wolves sensed the lion's scent from afar, they wouldn't dare approach. Morpheus' intimidation was even more formidable than a lion. During the rebellion that almost overturned the entire country, had it not been for Morpheus' intervention, Southeast Aciatic might have faced a change in ruler long ago. He was hailed as a god of war throughout the country. But at the height of his glory, he quietly left Southeast Aciatic. Christopher never expected that the man Persephone spoke of as her boyfriend would turn out to be him... "Why that expression, Your Highness?" Morpheus smiled. "Don't want to see me that badly?"

He saw my glare and raised his hands in surrender. “I am sorry. I should have introduced myself in the beginning itself. Let’s start over again, shall we?” he asked. I just looked at him for a moment to see if he was serious this time or was trying to provoke me again. I nodded at him when his face looked sincere enough. “Hello Nemesis. I am Morpheus, the God of dreams. Normally, I send dreams to people or appear in their dreams to deliver a message. But since I wanted to meet you, I deliberately appeared in your dream today,” he said with a genuine smile.

War-ro". "Moros, son of Nyx, god of Doom. I summon thee!" Immediately after the incantation, another figure appeared, male, tall, short dark hair and with a strange tattoo covering the area around his eyes. "Kratos, the brutal! Show yourself!" Lightning flashed then out of it stood a buffed up and heavily toned man with rippling muscles showing all over his bare upper body. He was bald and had a thick beard. "Stheno and Euryale, Gorgon sisters! Heed to your master's calling!"