Descendants Morgie Novels & Stories

Altar rolled his eyes, "Dont make me laugh" They went on ahead and reached the castle. Morgan led the yetis in and went to the throne room where he found his family waiting for him. His father King Christyl Frost looked mighty in his seat next to his mother Queen Zaakirah Frost. His sister Marissa sat on the side seats but with two guests that Morgan did not know of, a male and a female. The female caught the Princes attention then he paused and looked fascinated. "Diego...Balon?" the knight was excited.

He was drop-dead gorgeous, with a kind of beauty that made you do a double-take, and his eyes were like something out of an old painting—sharp and upturned, just like a nobleman from the past. Sophia was gobsmacked, staring wide-eyed. Then it hit her how bizarre this all was. "It's you?!" Morgan gave a soft laugh. "Tisha, it's been ages." Helma let out a little giggle on the side. Morgan, whose real name was Andrew, was the heir to the Moore fortune in Brookville, a big deal around those parts. Rumor had it the guy was a walking hospital ward, born with a bunch of ailments that made him very fragile.

He was really mad, even to his own children but that wasn’t all I learnt. Our dear Morgan wasn’t a fox like I’d initially thought. She was a hybrid. And that was even more interesting than the former.

Rhett laughed in surprised skepticism. “I believe that it is possible that people like Morgana and Sigrid are descended from the children of someone who was worshipped as a god or goddess by our ancestors. It is as likely an explanation as any for their abilities. Whether that god or goddess was the Morrigan, the Moon Goddess, or someone else, I cannot tell you. But I do find it interesting that history links the Morrigan and Morgan Le Fey with frequency despite there not being an obvious connection, and that when choosing a name for herself, Morgana is the one that she made. Coincidence? Possibly. But, considering her abilities, and that she was drawn to your Triquetra in a town built upon

Needless to say; he didn’t know everything, like where I originally came from, but he knew more than enough. “So, tell me Hunji, what brings you back to Andora?” I let out a sigh as I took a seat in the cushioned chair beside him. A small wooden table nestled between us. “I have come in search of someone. You may have heard of her.” I halted my talking when one of his maids came in, settling a tray on the table between us. Once she left, I turned back to ScarClaw “Her name is Morgan, she is the daughter of Orion.”

Taking the hint, she walked up to Zachary. "Sir, I am Morgan, the daughter of Jamie Golding. I wish you good health and long life." She gave her well wishes and handed him a gift. After his long retirement from the business world, Zachary had almost no recollection of the Goldings. Moreover, the Goldings weren't that influential in Parrington. He gestured at Warren to accept the gift and thanked Morgan personally, "That's very nice of your family."

The moment he let go, the Chaos Absinthe in his hand was taken away by Morgott. Thinking that he had been tricked, he wanted to fight Morgott when he was kicked away by the latter. “Hahahaha.” Turning around and getting up, Morgott hugged the Chaos Absinthe and laughed. “Truett, you’ve lost. This wine belongs to me.” “Where’s my mom?” Truett stood up and shouted, “Hand her over.” “Why are you in such a hurry?” Morgott said angrily, “Your mom still needs to go to Zymurgy with me. She’s Tirta’s daughter. I need her help.”

He said stopping a few inches from Leon, "Because you have unlocked Morganna's magic genes," Leon tilted his head quizzically as he peered intently at Jared. He was no stranger to the name Morganna, the Skinwalker, had mentioned the same name. "And who the fuck is Morganna?," He asked Jared who replied "The second-born child of Sebastian the origin of magic," He continued, "Sebastian had four daughters all of which possessed magical powers except one, Morganna. Although Morganna lacked magical abilities, she was strong and formidable and caught the eye and attention of a king named Donovan, King Donovan and Morganna became our ancestors,"

The supreme witch scolds her. “The ancestors are angry with this because we are supposed to wipe the vampires and werewolves from the face of the earth. But Morgana is against this. And she has gained power. She is now a heretic. An abomination born from vampire and werewolf blood and she absorbed some of the powers I was to get from my late mother.” I say and they all look at me in shock. “How is that possible?” They ask me.

“As soon as that girl breathes her last, which will happen soon, the power will revert to me.” “Do you know why I went to the temple first, before coming here?” She pauses, waiting. “I needed a way to burn away every branch and twig of Morgana’s extensive family tree. A spell like that requires very specific ingredients and an enormous amount of power. A life for every life I intended to take and a bone from her original grave. Thanks to you, I knew exactly how many it needed to be and exactly where I needed to go. You placed her bones at the base of the tower where her granddaughters, the oracles, had been hidden. I couldn’t reach it before because I needed Morgana’s power handed over freel