Quien Fue Morfeo Novels & Stories

She's about to disappear but screams instead when Iapeitus grabs her hair. "Where do you think you're going?" He slams her on the floor. Iapetius is the God of morality and death. She's looking up at him, "Nowhere I was stretching."

I decided that conversation, however painful, was the safest option. “I am the eldest daughter of Poseidon, God of the Sea. I told you my stepmother murdered him…. What I didn’t tell you was that, with him being a God, it is impossible that she could have done it on her own. Someone helped her, and that someone resides here. In the realm of the Gods.” “Do you know who?” “I do not. This is why our being here is such a gamble. Eros, the god of love and…. Sex. That is who we seek.”

” And all werewolves are descents of the original. “No not all are. There are a few. You need to read the Grimm Lycan lore, the creation of the original as well as how other moon fairies for a short time created their own. Then you would know. As far as who and I am. I am Lord Mortifer, the product of the first affair, the son of Harlequin Jester and Queen Naamah Heart-Faite. I am the lord of the Reapers; I am death itself.” Mortifer stated in a factual tone. We all stepped away from him.

" – Lauren asked, looking at her, touching her hair, trying to align it. “Perhaps because it is mythological in many ways. The goddess Meretseguer was represented by her, Goddess who loves silence, was guardian of the tombs of Thebes, the valley of the kings, when they tried to rob their tombs, it was Meretseguer responsible for giving them lessons, he caused very poisonous bites and blindness to the bad ones, but he could also take care of the good ones who presented themselves as repentant. Also... - He paused causing even more anxiety in Lauren to hear what that very experienced man had to say.

"There's something else. Before it collapsed, I heard a voice from inside... calling your name, Siron. And the name... Alaric." Morat froze. His face suddenly lost all color. "Alaric?" "Who is that?" Siron asked. Morat stared blankly. "Alaric... is the name of the king who betrayed me. Who ordered my murder." His voice trembled. "But it's impossible. His soul should be long destroyed." "Unless he found a way to persist," Siron's mother whispered. "Just like you." The statement hung in the air, which suddenly felt cold. Morat looked shaken, genuine fear emanating from his eyes for the first time since Siron had known him.

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.”

"It is nice to see you again, Yeojoon ssi–," Morpheus mused whilst smiling gently from the other side of the screen. Then while propping his arms on the desk, supporting his chin with the palm of his hand. He adds,"–Or should I say, Dionysus, Sire?"

“… my knight. Former trainer of the pack warriors, Daffer Mortigo. Head maids’ daughter, Zea Murhum. And the fifth and the last person who would train under you is very special, so please take an excellent care of him — Morfan, the beta of the pack.” I said with a smile. “WHAT!” “What!” “Whaaat!” Morfan, Hikari and Amor said respectively in unison.

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

I saw a disbelieving reaction on Augustin's face. "How can you tell!?" He said. "I don't even know if it's really him but I know him, we know Morfeo. I saw that Morfeo's body looks like a decomposed corpse now, bald and without skin." I said. Whatever is really happening, maybe that power is real. Morfeo is the first person who can say the truth about what Regu did before. "How did that happen." Augustin whispered while staring at the sea in a daze, I looked at him then patted him on the shoulder.