Fairy Tail Mystogan Novels & Stories

He cocks his head to the side as he studies my face intently, causing me to squirm in place under his gaze. Words move to the forefront of my mind, beating back the whispering voices that were growing too loud to ignore. The soothing sound of Jamari’s voice floods my system with calm, helping me take control of the magic that threatens to consume me. “I am Morgana Pendragom.” Magic swirls around me, sending my hair flying around my head. “There is nothing I can not do.” A scream leaves my lips as the last of my words fills the space between us. A burst of power shoots out from my body, blasting against the spell placed on the cell door.

I am fracturing right down the middle. I finally pull up to the wrought-iron gates of Centennial Park. It’s a sprawling, ancient reserve on the edge of the city, heavily layered with old magic. It’s neutral ground, a place where wolves, witches, and other creatures can walk without violating territory lines. It’s where Morgana and I always meet when the politics of our families become too much to bear.

I replied to Lincoln and he just nodded in agreement with what I was planning to do. I've been driving the car for about an hour before we reached Morgan's pack land which is now considered as a no man's land because there is not a single pack member left in Morgan's pack. Lincoln and I got out of the car and then looked around the area. The place is very serene, the corpses of Morgan, his wife, and his pack members are no longer here because Kayden has taken them all to Mystic River where their funeral will be held when the full moon arrives.

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.

While a being that can’t be seen, at least in the eyes of the living, the color of his foggy self changes it’s bloody color to gray than black that kept becoming darker and darker, until he wake up from his beauty sleep, he doesn’t feel her soul that he is attached to it, he didn’t panic but surprisingly felt calm, especially when foreign memories rushed in his being, gives him some feed back of what he was doing off his menatoring and controle, although his happy feeling slowly vanish because despite that it is a helpful ability but uncontrollable so he must descover how its work and when its work to avoid misups. While his mind kepts daydreaming for a while, he felt tight and trapped all

Somehow, Fiona suddenly noticed Kendra’s near her, she called her attention, “Hey, you’re Miss Miller, right?” Seeing Kendra halted her pace, she suddenly felt the urge to bully her. She walked towards her, grabbed her arms arrogantly, and sneered, “Good, I haven’t made you pay last time. It would be best if you didn’t appear in front of me again. But I guess we were destined to meet again, time for me to collect your debt,” An evil smile formed at the corner of her lips.

It was a respect mixed with the fearful wonder of knowing that the fortress could crumble at any moment. The air in the G.L. Group’s annual charity gala was thick, not just with the cloying scent of jasmine and expensive cologne, but with the palpable weight of expectation and power. Anna felt the gazes of hundreds of people—all the major players in the city’s economy—on her back. The sudden, forced intimacy of being introduced as Dylan Blake’s fiancée was a bizarre, full-body shock that she had to suppress with every ounce of her professional training. She kept her hand lightly resting on the velvet of Dylan’s bespoke tuxedo sleeve, her fingers anchoring her to the ground. She met the cold,

“Morgana will be there. She is always at the Winter Summit, serving the Council. If she recognises you, if she realises what you have become, she will strike immediately.” “Let her try,” I said, feeling the power coil inside me. “I am not afraid of Morgana anymore.” “You should be,” a new voice said. We all spun to see a figure standing at the tent entrance. Old, hunched, wearing rags and covered in dirt. But her eyes were sharp and knowing. “Who are you?” Kael demanded, hand on his weapon.

She says and starts her maniacal cackling again before exiting my mind. I see Renz calling my name, I can’t hear him, but this time, I’m not scared. This time I’m ready. “Morgana is on her way here. The rogues are a distraction!” His eyes widen and he starts mind-linking everyone, ‘MORGANA IS COMING! THE ROGUES ARE A DISTRACTION. I NEED WARRIORS ON THE BORDERS AND WARRIORS AT THE PACK HOUSE NOW!’ I look at the vial in my hand and pour some of the portion on my palms and on the outside of my hands. If it’s a fight she wants, a fight she will get.

Smooth, polished black glass shone upon the ground, reflecting faint streaks of silver light from an unseen source. Alec looked around. His jaw was tightened. “Where in the world are we now?” Kade kicked at the ground, its surface rippling like a pond. “This place keeps getting weirder. Are we walking on solid ground or floating in open space?” “Neither,” Morgana made her voice uneasy. “This is not a place. It is a memory.” Jax furrowed his brow at her. “A memory? Whose?” And before Morgana could answer, laughter rippled through the space. It was a sound sweetened with something haunting. Alec stopped dead as a figure appeared before them, draped in flowing white, her silver hair faintly glo