Descendants Morgie Novels & Stories

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

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.”

"My family was murdered..." Morrigan's tears fell from her eyes as she remembers the fire that engulfed her family, and how Lydia laid lifeless in the alleyway. All of them died successively in front of her. All of those people who she depends on died one after another, leaving her alone in this world. She couldn't continue what she wanted to say as she could hardly feel able to breathe, even swallowing is hard. She started to fidget with her hands, trying to calm herself down from all the emotions swirling inside of her. Morrigan can barely narrate the whole story but with the gist of it that started from when her family died, she hoped that it was enough for them to understand. Trying to c

But I forced them back and started moving again when I heard my sister’s voice. “Oh, I wish the moon goddess would finally remember her. I mean she’s old enough but still unmated and wolfless. Mom and dad have said they would sell her off to a rogue Alpha if she still doesn’t get mated by the next Moon Bond.” I stopped cold, they wanted to sell me off? and to a rogue Alpha? How could my own parents hate me so? What had I ever done to any of them to deserve any of this? It wasn’t my fault that my wolf had refused to show itself, it’s not like I intentionally locked it away or something.

she said, glaring at him. “They refused to comply. I guarantee you if all alphas can surrender their pack to me, I won’t have a reason to kill them. Come on, we are the first Descendants Of Moon Goddess, and we are equally powerful and in a way, immortal. You are already 1000 years old and still looking 20 years old,” he said.