Rory Morningstar Novels & Stories

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

Enzo followed his boss out and Luigi clicked his tongue in mock distaste before gesturing at the door like a fucking gentleman. “Ladies first,” he said and Rain nodded, following behind the two men who had just left and trying her best to see through the fucking darkness. “Why don’t you guys put in bulbs so you won’t have to strain your eyes when you come here?” “That would ruin the effect that the people we bring here have and besides, Xander like it dark so he gets dark,” Romeo said, something about his tone screamed sarcasm but Rain brushed it off.

The council went into a pin drop silence, looking at themselves in utter confusion. “You have no right to speak about me like I am a piece of trash about to be discarded. Whispering among yourselves like children instead of brainstorming about the issue like MATURED MEN”. My voice echoed in every corner of the hall, I did not know I could be this loud. “My name is Alcinder, Son of Fenrir, a true descendant of the pure blood of Alparos. I swear before the moon goddess, the lycanthropes, and every living thing thereof, by the Gods, I WILL FIND MY WOLF and rule Alparo. For Alparo.”

"They're busy. Now. Answer my question before I lock you up in our jail." Rory rolled her eyes sarcastically. "With that cocky attitude, you must be the Beta." Sam squinted his eyes. "I won't be asking a third time. I don't care if you're human." Rory sighed in defeat. "My target was Claire Brink. Zeke Whipple's troll of an ex. She followed him here, and I followed her. I almost had her until wolf boy here had to fuck things up for me .... again." Rory lifted her hand to show the cuffs. "Got the fucking key?"

“At the origin point. And he’s carrying a piece of the Bloodmoon Mark in his blood. The ground knows.” “So he’s a carrier,” I said. “All three of us are,” Rhydian replied. The road curved and through the trees I could finally see it, the gold light rising in columns, unreal and beautiful, nothing like I pictured when I woke up today. And right in the center, too far to see but easy to find, a single unmoving shape in silver light. Soren, alone, while four hundred wolves watched. My phone buzzed. Soren. Finally.

With a click, he hung up. Rory laughed maniacally, "Kiran, you're dead meat today! I can't wait a second longer!" Turning to Miles Carter, "Miles, just wait and watch the show today!" After speaking, Rory arrogantly grabbed a bottle and started drinking, unaware that it was his last drink.

Rory was shouting even as she glowered, "Forget not giving me directions—he's treating me with such rudeness! Does he not know who I am?" "What?" "What's going on here?' Rory's outburst drew a lot of attention, and even the rich and powerful were shocked when they saw her. After all, she was Draconia's top singer with legions of fans. It just so happened that Samus, one of the rich kids present, was her diehard fan.

Unfortunately. He was back at the station, trying his best to look into her. Any information would do at that point. Something. Anything at all. Thinking her name in the search box didn’t yield any results. It was abnormal. Something should've come up, but not even a dob. “What are you hiding, Miss Morningstar? Why can’t I find anything about you?” His eyes scanned the screen repeatedly, willing it to change.

‘The worst of them. “Tell me about it,” Nicholas and Rory said at the same time. Rory gasped as he whipped his head in his direction. “Good morning, Daddy,” Rory greeted, slowly dropping the comb. He looked like he was caught doing something bad or criminal. Christy blinked. ‘Good morning, Mr. Thatcher.’ “I told you, it was Nicholas.” ‘Either way, it is your name, sir.’ Nicholas shook his head. She still annoyed him, but he would make do.

Heather's expression froze in an instant. However, she forced a smile immediately as she cooed, "Rory was kidnapped before, so he's very guarded against adults, given his experience. He has always been stubborn and gloomy, and he's not close to anyone in the orphanage. Please don't mind him, Ms. Emerson." "Don't worry. It's not his fault after all." Though Misty was slightly displeased, she plastered a bright smile on her face. She bent down and gazed at Rory warmly as she said, "Rory, you can't trust me because you've been hurt in the past, right? Don't worry, I believe that one day, you'll see me as your friend, right?"