Castlevania Morana Novels & Stories

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

“I don’t have a lot of time. I need to ask you some questions.” Michael crossed his arms and nodded towards the sacristy. “About what?” As they walked into the angel’s private area, Haldir shut the door and sat down in a metal folding chair. “About WHO? Her name is Morana Faye.” An amused smile curled up on the tall, dark smiter of demons. “The death fairy. I thought that was quite a funny name when they gave it to her considering her gifts.” Haldir closed his eyes as his hopes were shattered. He’d prayed to his god’s and Michael’s that Morana was crazy. “So, it’s true then?”

CHAPTER 78 Morgana carefully arranged the items on the table in front of her. She placed the vampire's personal belongings in the center, surrounded by the black candle and the red thread. Taking a deep breath, she began her work. Morgana slowly lit the black candle, letting its dark flames fill the room with a smoky haze. Closing her eyes, she began to chant a strange incantation. "*Vampiri arcanum revula, locus meus mea vox audim, ad me vepire ut possim me videre*"

I followed him out of the car before he could yank me out. My eyes widened once again as they laid on the very impressive gate that surrounded the castle, and the Vampire and slave boy that was guarding it. The slave didn't look any younger than me. Master stopped in front of the gate, meeting eyes with the guard. "New pet?" The guard asked, looking towards me. Master only nodded. The guard smirked as the slave began to open the large gate. "She's a pretty little one." He sneered, making my stomach turn. I swallow the lump in

While Lucy seemed so flippant about everything, I couldn’t help but feel something within me shift with this new knowledge, recognizing there was much more to being a werewolf and part of a pack than I’d ever imagined. Overhearing Lucy place the order, a man offered to buy the drinks for us, but only if we did body shots off each other. Lucy instantly agreed and begged me to do it with her. Not knowing what I was supposed to do, and feeling pretty tipsy at this point anyway, I agreed to it. Lucy lay down on the bar and pulled up her shirt, so her belly button was exposed. The bartender sprinkled salt on her neck and gave her a lime to hold between her teeth. He then explained to me what to d

Ana clenched her fist and took a deep breath before approaching the crowd. “I’m Ana Mystica. Yes, I was the last person to talk to grandma Tasing, but we left her in good hands with her grandchild. How can you say I’m involved?” Ana asked with a furrowed brow. The people nodded in agreement, as Ana’s words were indeed true. The investigator looked at Ana and grinned. “I know you, Lady Ana Mystica. A stranger from Manila. You’re also Don Martin Montecillo’s girlfriend. The people here don’t know you. How do we know you’re not a bad person?” the investigator said with a smirk.

If they’re saying Morgana is not the savior anymore that means they’re trying to rewrite the future and that is impossible. “The spell we were to cast works only on humans. Now that her blood is poisoned, it won’t work on her anymore. We need a new savior Chloe, daughter of Rowena, and you have been chosen. Your mother was a very powerful witch in her prime and you must have inherited some of her traits. You will learn to harness your mother’s secret incredible power and use it to defeat the werewolves and vampires, but first you must leave this castle and journey to the forbidden forests. We cannot trust a girl in love with a werewolf to save us.” I can’t believe the words leaving their mou

Mortus tied the ropes to my thighs, legs, and hands at inhuman speed. “Last chance, let me go,” I snapped. Mortus took the back of his hand, petting my cheek, ripping my face away as he frowned. “This bond won’t do. Are you ready?” Morgana didn’t say a word, her mumbling chanting as she held the salve between her fingers glowed with a red tint.

Elara squeezed his hand—reassuring. “Nico,” she said quietly, “this is Celeste Valentina Morau. She’s the one who approved your admission here. Along with Dr. Veyra.” It hit him like a punch. Celeste Morau. The Daywalker. The Blood Wizard. The Storm Queen. The woman who’d dragged half a battlefield to safety during the Swarm War while Swarm drones screamed overhead. The legend who’d walked in daylight when no other vampire could. The one who’d stared down the Vampire King himself and made him blink first.