Shemar Moore Ethnicity Novels & Stories

“My father was Beta Elijah Moore of the Blacktree pack.” Every member of the squad grew quiet and looked at Emma carefully. There was immediate recognition with that name. He was a renowned fighter who struck fear in his enemies and awe in the hearts of those around him. It was said that people flocked to him, and that was why his pack was so prosperous. He was a legend. I was not surprised because Emma was a legend too. “Well, I see that you have taken up the mantle then. I’m sure he’d be very proud of you,” Tyree said. Everyone murmured agreements.

My eyes are also adjusting to the shadows and I can make out more of Moon’s features. No pictures do him justice. He looks like a dark version of an Italian mob boss. I can’t help but remember the bits and pieces that came through about him while I was an officer. He’s of mixed heritage—African American and Mexican National. Seeing him up close and personal makes me wonder more about his heritage because he’s fucking gorgeous.

I’ll consult with Jericho later. Jericho is a spirit leader who aided me with my shamanic abilities. My father’s Chitimacha ancestors were powerful shamans. My father was too, but his skills as a healer were forgotten and instead, he became a soldier. One who was killed overseas at a time of war. My mother was furious with him.

Adonis repeats himself, still having that Italian accent and hoarse voice in him after so many years. Angelo quickly knees down as caitrona strides closer to where Yemi is standing nervously. She smiles at Yemi as she holds her arm. "Honey, don't worry, we will let Angelo be responsible for you. What tribe are you?" "Yoruba!" she stammered, looking at how Caitrona's skin glows and how noble she looks. "Signora Dellucci, no need please, no need to be responsible for me." "Don't say that. Even my late mother was part Yoruba and part itsekiri. I'm glad this part of history is repeating itself!" she chuckles.

Even though he did not have extraordinary martial art skills, his aura was almost on par with Sachin’s. This person was not just anybody; he was the head of the Moore family—Alec Moore. At this moment, sitting in front of Alec was Auster. Auster’s surname was not actually Moore; he was actually a child born by Alec’s sister Yerenica Moore and a foreign man. However, because that foreign man’s identity was of humble background, the Moore family did not allow them to get married and had chased the man away. So Auster had taken upon his mother’s surname since birth, and Alec was his uncle!

"I'm glad you've found someone who stirs something in you. That's rare. But since you've brought her to my attention, I feel it's only fair I speak plainly." She folded her hands, regal as ever. "Secretary Moore is beautiful. Polished. Your father says she's sharp. And I'm sure she is." She paused. Long enough to let the next words land like a blow. "But she's human, Sebastian." No venom. Just fact. "She doesn't understand our world. She can't. She doesn't know what it means to shift beneath a moon or to feel a bond clawing at your spine." "You are heir to the Black bloodline. You carry the weight of the oldest pack in North America. And you think the world isn't watching?"

sneered Roberto. Jeremy Mose adjusted his collar. "Of course, because I am a direct descendant of the Mose family. In my blood, flows the blood of Mose. Whereas you, a person who was born from the adopted son of Mose, do not have pure bloodline." Hearing Jeremy's words, Roberto's heart warmed.

he stretched his right hand 'name's Lucas" She shook the outstretched hand "Jemi" "As in Jamie?" "Actually Jemima, African Origin" Emma's mum came out of the kitchen, holding plates at she placed it on the table. "That's my Yolanda" Jemi was stretching for a handshake when she was grabbed in a bear hug. She felt anxious, this was strange, This people were strange, when the hug broke, she was almost suffocating. "Mum, Dad" Emma came in sight hugging her parents right, her dad ruffled her hair, and it covered her eyes, she slapped his hands playfully,"Come on dad" the laughter was real.

The king addressed me. "You are of Blackcresent Moon pack? But, you are human, are you not?" He questioned. He wasn't rude about it and I smiled and stepped forward. "Kinda. I am Kwenali Emeri Moore, daughter of Alpha Brandon Blackwolf of Blackcresent Moon pack." More murmurs erupted. This time the queen addressed me. "So, you're a wolf? I sense no wolf. You and the other lovelyl lady smell like humans. But you say you're a wolf?"

Morphius.” He said. Estelle whispered his name, testing it on her tongue. “You haven't gone by that name since then?” Moore shook his head. The name had been more of a curse for him. When he was Morphius, he was ridiculed, abused and was a useless boy. Moore Corcoran is a new life for him. A better male, in every way. “No. That name holds too many bitter memories that I’d prefer to stay in the past and forget.”