Descendants Morgie Novels & Stories

“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

She defeated dragons, rewrote the rules of coexistence between magical and non-magical beings, and laid the foundations for a world where humans and supernatural creatures lived—uneasily, perhaps, but peacefully. She also founded our family. And then, as if the universe decided that no legend should be allowed to rest easy, Morgana disappeared one night without a trace, leaving behind both her legacy and a curse that would haunt her descendants for generations. When I was younger, Morgana’s Veil meant one thing: celebration. It was one of the only times the empty halls of the Moonbane estate filled with life and laughter. Normally, the vast lands were home to only four people—me, my twin bro

She whispered as she stared at the General’s charred remains still emanating wisps of smoke. “Well, I’m pretty sure we can all agree that he had it coming,” Morgana said testily as she dusted her hands clean. “Why my sisters and I were helping him in the first place, I have no idea... I guess I became too fond of him and blind to the monster he was becoming, but I’m glad that I put was able to put a stop to it after all,” She admitted softly, lifting up her head to shoot Kendra a sad smile. Kendra could see the tears in her eyes. It hadn’t particularly been an easy feat for her after all like it had seemed.

I staggered, caught by Damon. “Morgana?” Mordecai’s face had gone pale. “That’s impossible. She died twenty years ago.” “Who is Morgana?” I demanded. “Your mother’s sister,” Maren said quietly. “Your aunt. She was exiled for forbidden experiments involving bonding wolves against their will. The Council sentenced her to death, but she disappeared before the execution could be carried out.”

said Elmer was fixing Morgan's jacket collar. "I understand that too, Elmer. I really appreciate Sarena because she never hides the identity of the children, that they are werewolf descendants, but she also makes the choice to raise them as ordinary humans, which makes me a little sad," said Morgan. "I feel sure that my children are true werewolves, even though their mother is a hybrid." Morgan sighed. He knew Sarena's reasons were reasonable, but he also didn't want to lose them again and he needed them in his life.

"For three hundred years." "For three hundred years, I've been trapped inside this curse, watching it destroy the very people I tried to protect. Every set of twins. Every rejected mate. Every kingdom that fell." Morgana looked at Aria with eyes full of ancient grief. "Until you." Aria met her gaze. "Why me?" "Because you're the first descendant strong enough to hold both my spirit and your own. Because your wolf—my wolf, the one I was meant to have—recognized you the moment you walked into that castle. And because you understand something that no one else in three centuries has understood."

She growls in disapproval at my sarcastic tone. “The Walker’s are witches Rosalie. Which means that any descendants are witches too.” “Honestly Nina, have you been living under a rock?” I was growing more than agitated. “Think Rosalie, what did Morag tell you? She told you that every witch that has ever lived is written…” “In the great grimoire.” I finished. Her meaning dawning on me. “That’s it, Nina. You’re a genius. If Melinda has any descendants, they will all be listed in the witch’s spell book.”

Morgan smiled. Julia Blackstorm looked surprised, "What are you talking about? Do you know what is your identity? You are a descendant of the Blackstorm family, not to mention that you are the head of the Blackstorm Group, of course, it is a sensation! If you are a child of an ordinary family, no one will concern. But you are from the Blackstorm family, don’t you know?” “Auntie, you are serious! I am a descendant of the Blackstorm family, but I am no different from ordinary people. I just got married and married a wife. That's all, how come they have risen to such a height?" Morgan shook his head and smiled.

Ava squeezed his free hand. "This little girl—Catherine Morgan King—she carries the names of both our families. Both our legacies. The Kings and the Morgans, united in her. That's what I want for my children. A legacy of survival. Of resilience. Of love that doesn't quit, even when everything else falls apart."

I just finished reading the last book when I started to write Descent for real! The title when this was still a draft was actually ‘Can’t Help Falling (In Love With You)’ because I was listening to the same song only the dark version at the time. But I got annoyed because I felt it was too freaking long to be a title. For a time, I settled calling the story "Fall from Grace" in my head but it still felt wrong... so when I searched for a synonym, the meaning of the word descent.. clicked; it feels like it perfectly sums up the entire plot.