Rory Morningstar Novels & Stories

It may seem harsh but given all the changes I have implemented to make the pack a better pack with which people wanted to ally themselves, forcing people into the life of a rogue was a small price to pay. Being a neighbouring pack with Moon Shadow held its advantages too. I had made sure they were the first alliance I secured given that Darkness and Moon Shadow had been enemies for longer than anyone cared to remember. Though since Jayson still hasn't returned from wherever it is he has disappeared to, it was a friendship which was really beginning to struggle now.

As he spoke to me, I felt my stomach turn with sickness, and bile rose into my throat. "Good morning baby," Rory's rough voice stung my ears. That same voice I always dreaded to hear, it sent a terror through my body, striking every nerve along the way "You're safe now, safe with me," As my eyes began to adjust further, I studied his face. Rory was rugged, his skin worn while the scar across his face made him look rough. His eyes were cold, and seemed to look through me rather than into me. He held no passion or empathy within him, and lacked care. His salt and pepper beard had grown somewhat since I last remembered, and his black hair was greasy and slicked back. The grey streaks flattened

As well as his family. ‘’Thank you so much.’’ The call ended. I quickly checked my mail and went through the photos he had sent. There were clear pictures of Sylvester Munroe that did not match this man who was bearing his name now. The man had no sons. Just two daughters. I smiled. My instincts were always right. Rory was playing a game. She had recruited someone who was hiding his identity to be n=my personal bodyguard and used the story of a lost jewelry to fire all the staff. She was very much playing a dangerous game.

He shouted furiously the moment he saw Mable, “Mable, remove the needle on my head!” Mable had put a shallow needle in one of his acupoints last night to stabilize his emotions. She had not removed it. She walked to the side of the bed and sized up Rory. “Are you Rory or Ro?” Rory looked at her in confusion. He yelled in anger, “I’m your daddy!” ‘Fuck!’ Mable thought. Based on what Rory said, it was definitely his first personality. “Don’t move. I’ll remove the needle for you.” Mable walked over.

It seems like his hatred of Thalia is because of his father’s influence. Rory and Thalia have been as thick as thieves. Rory showed her gifted ability, which she was born with, which are her nails. Those things can scratch through metal when she extends them. When they are not extended, they are round and non-lethal. Thalia thought it was so cool that she started throwing fruit in the air for Rory to slice them and they both laughed at the fruit salad that ended up being on the outdoor tables near the smokers.

I groaned a bit but didn't give them the pleasure of hearing me cry out in pain. I smiled at them, " that was powerful" I say, " your name is Clover Doharty, correct?" He asked. I frowned, "wha-""technology has improved" he simply said. " If you already knew, then why?" I ask, he smirked " it's fun watching rogues suffer" he said " wow! That's not sadistic" I muttered with an eye roll.

While his classmates reveled in the familiarity of their small-town lives, Damon yearned for something more—something beyond the confines of Crestwood's borders. Among his close-knit circle of friends were Jason, Cody, and Michael—companions who shared Damon's indifference to wealth and status. Jason, Damon's childhood confidant, infused their group with his infectious energy and penchant for mischief. Cody, the calm and level-headed member, provided a grounding presence with his wise counsel. Michael, the wild card, added an element of spontaneity to their dynamic, always eager for thrilling escapades.

I need to get to the bottom of this and asap. The next morning, we are received by the same mayhem. Russell is up before sunrise and training. Caleb is at it again, instigating and getting Russell and Fred worked up. By the afternoon, Russell finally gets a break, but I fear it's not enough for him to rest. Caleb has been overworking him with one practice after another.

I shift and quickly get dresses. “I have a situation Dad and I want to have your input on it” “oh, what’s up?” “that rogue you brought in” “the rogue Roro brought in” “yes the rogue, well it turns out she’s Cory’s mate and was unable to connect with her wolf, Cory had to try to reach out to her and she shifted and at first did not recognize him and when she did she brought this up”

- Over the next two days, Henry worked himself weary in body and spirit to get Rory a donor. He called in every favor and connection he had but still got nothing. And with Rory clearly looking weaker with each passing day, his heart sank further. Nonetheless, on the third morning, when Henry brought Rory her favorite gifts at the hospital, he found her vomiting her breakfast. And seeing Henry, she cried miserably, "Daddy…" After sending someone to bring another set of breakfast, Henry went up and wiped the cereal from her mouth with a wet towel. Once he did, he realized that Linda was not there—only the care worker was taking care of Rory.