Rory Morningstar Novels & Stories

I replied as she finally let me go to hug Emma. “Hey, firecracker. I missed you.” Rory approached with a cheeky grin and threw his arm over my shoulder. Rory was a handsome guy. He was around six-foot-three with shaggy dark brown hair, a lean yet muscular build, and a smile that could make any woman weak in the knees. His amazing personality only added to his charm. “Hey, kid,” I replied, knowing how much it bugged him when I called him that. He was only a few months younger than me, but I enjoyed teasing him.

Rory’s POV “Wait!” came a voice behind me that I didn’t recognize. I turned and saw a man dressed in a sharp suit doing his best to keep up with me. I slowed down and looked at him. “Who are you? What do you want?” I asked, holding up my small can of mace. The man held his hands up in surrender. “Hold up, my name is Ben. I work for Mr. McFarlan as a bodyguard. He sent me to protect you, something about a school stalker. You are Ms. Rory Hill, aren’t you?” he asked.

"Blessed by the Gods of Sun and Moon, Hymir, your glory, and prosperity, Envied by faraway lands, Touched by the blessed hues of the sun, Embraced by the serene darkness of the night, Guided by the wings of Fiachra, May you live long over time." Morrigan started to sing the anthem of Hymir as she slowly lost her voice. She sat on the ground and leaned her body on the mound. She continues to hum the anthem with great familiarity, closing her eyes, her humming fades as she drifts to slumber, her body heavy from tiredness and a slight fever running on her system. Morrigan's body had suffered from drastic changes throughout the week. Her eyes had evident dark circles caused by the lack of sleep

He’s good that way, but not good at guessing the answers to each exam. “She told you already?” Demands Jack. “No. She got angry when I asked.” “What happened?” Josh asks, careful not to sound too eager. After having spent the last hour not thinking about the terrible things Rory said, my heart didn’t hurt as much anymore. I’m surrounded by people who know me and love me no matter what or who I am, and I can’t be happier. “So apparently, and contrary to what we all thought, Rory is not a poor man. He was actually in disguise three months ago.”

The hungry looking rogues circled us, smacking their lips together and growling. Rachel pulled me into her and let out a kick to one of the rogues. She was a great fighter while I just stood their like a useless idiot. Picking up a long stick beside me I poked one of the rogues in the eye making him yell out in pain. Buying myself a few more minutes to think, I found myself wishing I could reach Ben by mindlink. "We're coming. Don't worry." His voice filled my mind and I squeaked in response. How the hell did that happen?

Malia mumbled, relaxing back into the bag. "I'll start with . . ." Dani began, looking around the group. "Rory," she completed. Rory, a dark skinned guy with a mass of curly dark hair, dark, deep set eyes, sensual pink lips and a fine jawline with a budding goatee, looked up from the phone in his hand. "Yay," he intoned, waving his hand, obviously not interested in the game. "Would you rather," Dani went on, "jerk off to me or to Kimberly."

_________________________ . . . 1 Month Later... . One whole month and Rory still had not woken up. At least she was fully healed physically so her doctor, Dr. Rena Henkins had hopes for her to wake up any day. It was that or not at all. But I held on to the former hope that she would wake up any day now. I knocked on the door that was ajar and pushed it open. Rowan looked up from where he was feeding Ki and smiled softly.

A large window at one end of the room bathed everything in the soft, golden light of the setting sun, while ornate chandeliers hung overhead. Mara, Alpha Jake, Troy, Jay, Elizabeth, Jasmine and Elvie sat around the polished wooden table. Their expressions were a mixture of confusion and concern. Mara, the future Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, was known for her strong and confident demeanor. Still, on this occasion, her brow furrowed as she gazed at Elvie, who appeared distant and vacant.

This ritual was most effective because they could listen in on the rogues conversation and hear whatever they were saying. Damien turned his eyes and saw Ariel standing at the corner, their eyes clashed and he immediately looked away, to avoid ruining the ritual. Everything needed to be perfect, he needed everything to be perfect. "Tobias, I hereby bestow upon you Gamma of this pack," he said, as he slit his blood and dropped it on Tobias's forehead. Everyone gasped immediately because that was an unusual event. There hadn't been a gamma for a very long time, they were all surprised.

I nodded, and for a brief moment, the weight on my chest felt lighter. *********************** The Next Morning The forum was set to begin in a few hours, and as expected, the castle was alive with movement. Warriors patrolled the halls, servants rushed back and forth, and high-ranking wolves from various packs arrived one after another. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress—a sleek black gown that hugged my frame, paired with subtle makeup to keep up my disguise. A knock sounded at the door. “It’s me,” Darius called. “Come in.”