Novel & Cerita Castlevania Morana

BLOOD WIZARD INTERFACE Name: Celeste Valentina Morua Level: 1 / 10 Title: Heir of Morau Crown Equipped: Morau Blood Crown (Rank S) Active Skills: 0 / 5 Passive Skills: 0 / 3 Crafting: LOCKED (0 / 47 components) AVAILABLE SKILLS (5): 1. Crimson Veil – cloak allies in blood-shield (3 sec) 2. Moroi Whisper – command lesser strigoi (1 target) 3. Vital Surge – heal ally 15% HP (1/day)

Fuck, yeah, she’s a Leonetti wolf and that counts for something. The light intensifies, and for a moment, everything is bathed in blinding white. A deafening roar sounds out, and when I open my eyes, I see the dark smoke hovering above Morana. I don’t see any physical features, but I can feel the absolute hatred this thing encapsulates. Who would worship something like this? When the light fades, Morana collapses to her knees, breathing heavily. Nova steps forward, her expression one of relief. “It’s done,” she says softly. “The Meraloth is gone.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

"I'm Cassian. Your half-brother. And I'm the one who cast the death stasis spell that Arlene used to fake your murder." Damoew's head spun. Half-brother? Death stasis? None of this made sense. "Someone explain," he demanded. "Now." So they did. Lyanna told him about the compulsion spell placed on him at twelve. Cassian explained how Arlene was actually Morgana Blackthorne, the Witch Queen's daughter. Jasmina described the Lycan Vault and the genocide plan. With each revelation, Damoew felt sicker. "The coronation," he said slowly. "When I rejected Jasmina..."

Morgana shrugged her shoulders, replying flippantly, "Never knew my father, but mother always told me he was a bad man, an ancient Vampyre who used to do sadistic things to her. Her name was Catalina Mannering, and she was a Lycan, that's about it really." Takaokami puffed in frustration, sending steam into the air, before deciding to change direction. Standing, the dragon lord held out his hand and pulled her gently to her feet, so that they could look out onto the village below. Twenty feet down in the clearing within Ghost mountain stood the Alpha couples home, with one lonely light burning in the bedroom. And Morgana was once again thankful to have her mates by her side, she couldn't ima

It sounded final, like a book being slammed shut. This couldn’t go on. The blood moon was only three weeks away, and I needed her to come to me willingly. If she kept avoiding me, if she kept shutting me out, everything I had planned would fall apart. I sent two guards to bring Morana, the pack witch. She arrived at midnight, just as I had ordered. She smelled of damp earth, old mushrooms, and something sharp, something like burned herbs. Her long gray hair was tied with tiny bones, and they clinked together softly when she moved. Her eyes were milky white, blind to the world but able to see things no one else could.

She had told him about their scary and terrifying figures and their names. The one who was a tall and had gaunt figure with sunken eyes that glowed like smoldering coals was named Morgrath. Her black robes hung loosely around her skeletal frame, giving her an air of ethereal menace. Morgrath was a master of necromancy, capable of commanding the spirits of the departed to do her bidding. Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments.

"First let me see if I can even locate this fortress. Blood magic is tricky and if it is as old and powerful as I think it is then it may resist my attempts." She moved around the cottage gathering more items and muttering to herself. Dante and I sat in silence watching her work. The cat woke up and stared at me with yellow eyes that were unsettling. "That cat is just staring at you," Dante whispered. "I know," I muttered. Morwen returned to the table with a wooden bowl and several small bottles. "I need something from you before I can attempt the locating spell." "What?" "Information. This mate of yours. Is she human or wolf?"

“I have accepted you as one of Jamari’s mates, but I will not treat you any differently just because of it. So spill.” Morgana studies his face for a moment before nodding her head in understanding. “I believe that I have found a spell that could break the spell that has been placed on Jamari.” She says, her eyes returning to the open book layed out in front of her. “You believe it will break the spell?” Levi asks, frustration coating his words as his anger begins to rise once again. “We need to break this spell as quickly as possible.” Levi’s dark energy begins to seep from his body, coating him in a black fog that I am certain he hasn’t noticed thus far.

BOOOOOOM. The shockwave sent Morana flying back into her obsidian throne, cracking the stone. Shadows screamed. Witches dissolved. The entire castle shuddered. I stepped forward, power streaming from me like moonfire. Morana snarled, clawing herself upright— “You will NEVER be free of me—” “Watch me,” I whispered. I lifted my hand— Ready to end her. Before my power could strike— Morana’s body twisted into black smoke, spiraling like a serpent.