Virgil Moore Novels & Stories

The person nagged, wrapping a warm scarf around his wife’s neck. His actions were gentle, as though he were treating the most precious treasure in the world, and in his eyes, that was exactly what she was. This man was none other than Isaac Moore, a renowned surgeon in Country A and the father of Emilia. The Moores held an equal standing with the Luxton family and were one of the top families in Spring City. Their legacy could be traced back several generations, and they had a reputation that extended beyond just their name. Isaac Moore, the current head of the Moores, was a genius in the medical field who could bring people back from the gates of hell.

He looked like he held a high position in the castle. "Mr. Cunningham, the lycan king would like to thank you for bringing…this human," he said in his monotonous tone as he graces me with his imperious orbs. "I have a name, you know. Vera Moore, but call me Vera," I said. I felt Mr. Cunningham held my arm. When I looked at him, he gave me a meaningful look—a look to tell me to shut up. "It's an honour to follow his order, Beta Robert Saunder," Mr. Cunningham formally greeted, slightly bowing his head.

The article was brutal. “It appears Mr Charles Moore was living a double life for years, one of luxury, one of frailty. Colleagues at Orevelle knew him as Frederick Gibbson: long hair, ducktail beard, thick eyebrows, heavy lashes. A disguise so effective, even his closest associates never suspected a thing.” “Wow,” I whispered, leaning back in my chair. “So people really do that? Two faces. One strong, one dying. Like they’re twenty seconds from the grave in one body, and running marathons in the other.”

She gasped and dropped the sword, while taking a few steps backward shakily. “Pick up the sword, that's only when you'll be free.” Violet urged. Musa shook her head while crying, “T-there's blood.” Violet frowned and walked to Musa, crouching in front of her making Musa shiver more. “W-what d-do you want from me?” Violet placed her hands on Musa's shoulders, slightly shaking her, “Blood is the price for your freedom, Pick up the damn sword Musa!” Violet yelled, making Musa lift her head with tears rolling uncontrollably down her cheeks.

No family name worth remembering. It almost looked as though he had stole the pass to be in the school because it didn’t make sense how his family would be so small, history itself couldn’t find it. For someone who once had a Bloodrage teacher abuse the shit out of him. There were No trails in the archives, no whispers in the underground. It was plain; nobody has ever heard of Riven Moore. He was a ghost. Infant I couldn’t even find the Moore family. He was a blank page dressed in arrogance and too much pride. It irritated me and drew me in.

“I’m not!” Arthur Vance took another step closer, looming over her. “Enough!” he thundered. Sarah laughed—short, broken, almost hysterical. The sound surprised even her. “Dad,” she cried, her voice raw now, stripped bare. “How can you say that? I’ve done everything you asked me to do. Everything! I stayed up nights designing jewelry for the company. Designs that brought in millions. I gave you my work—my ideas—without profit, without credit, without my name ever being mentioned!”

“Remi! I found him!” “Who Jade?” “My mate! It’s Beta Taylor Williams!” “Is that a good thing?” “Yes! He’s fucking hot!” Jade laughed. “I’m happy for you both Jade!” Screaming over the music. Taylor always seemed nice. He was very tall, not as tall as Alpha Wyatt but close. He has teal eyes and really blonde hair. Jade found her mate and he’s good looking an nice, so I’m relieved she was blessed by the moon goddess. Jade is an Omega, so his rank is a good thing as well for Jade. I hope my mate is kind and handsome as well. Whenever I do find him, if I get lucky soon after I turn 18.

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

My heart quickened as she noticed me and made her way toward me, weaving through the sea of people with practiced ease. Mrs. Moore wore her typical fur coat over an extravagant white power suit and dark sunglasses, even though it wasn’t sunny outside. She styled her peppered golden brown hair in a high ponytail, which stretched her features and made her look younger. She really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Kat was a stunning beauty.

Demi alluded, “The horror that is the Moore family is comparable to the terror that is Sachin Taylor. “The Moore family has the Four Vajra and the Twenty-Three Golden Garrison. All of them are top experts in the southern martial arts community. Each one is capable of taking on an army on their own. “On top of that, the Moore family has a son of heaven by their side. And that one is even more difficult to deal with.” A scene flashed in Tyr’s mind in that instant. It was the incident of him clashing against Auster Moore at the Golden Temple.