Fata Morgana Book Novels & Stories

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

Elena said, looking up to see the winter fairy spirit in front of her. “Is that what you think? Do you know what you're about to do? That book you possess is called the book of shadows which contains spells and magic that could lead to ultimate chaos and destruction! You must be very careful Elena when you use such spells.” The winter fairy said gazing at her. “How come I am able to read and understand these words. I know I haven't seen this kind of writing.” Elena said, handing the book to the winter fairy spirit.

Thunder crackled and an unseen energy swept everyone up as Lady Lucia watched in awe as red mist appeared in the air and the atmosphere became unbearably hot. The voices of the Mages rose in pitch and cadence, knitting together words she did not understand. It struck her as odd, and then she looked up, and the person standing behind Rage moved out of the shadow, and her mouth fell open. That tall gangly frame. Those black-as-pit eyes. Those evil hands moved in the air, weaving mayhem. It was the same being she had read about in the forbidden book of magic. The one that had children scurrying under their beds and adults shivering in their skins. . .

Archie moves between them, putting his hands up quickly to stop Claire from advancing. “She’s here to help. She…she’s my mate and part witch. She may be able to help,” Archie explains quickly, sweat forming on his brow. “A wi-witch?” Morgan, Kent’s mate, questions nervously, clutching Kent’s hand tighter to her chest. “I mean no harm, I promise. I just want to get a sense of the magic that is plaguing them,” Yaya says softly.

When she emerged again, she was holding a similar book wrapped in an unfurled red cloth, but the color of the cloth had obviously faded with time. She approached them, clutching the book as if she were holding a treasure or the entirety of her hope. Her expression was solemn, and her eyes were already moist. Kiran and Rain looked both surprised and grave. When Margaret offered the book to Kiran, he realized in astonishment that it was also titled The Secret Records of Dragonsmount. “Kiran, it’s yours now!” Margaret’s cheeks were streaked with tears.

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.

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I lay alone amidst the cabin's wreckage, each breath a battle. My phone lit up. It was Mia. "I won. Wait for it. I'll take everything you have now, including your title as the Luna, one by one." I stared at the text and let out a dry, crooked laugh. What was left for her to take? My wolf was slipping away, and so was I. As the pages of the wall calendar were torn away one by one, somehow, I felt calm.

Anything that could give him answers. He stopped in the mythology and local folklore section. His eyes were drawn to an old, worn-looking book with a cover made of untitled leather. As if a magnet were pulling his hand, he reached for it. The book opened by itself to a certain page. The illustration there made his blood freeze. It was a drawing of a handsome man with eyes shining like a predator, standing over a pile of corpses, with a dark, horned shadow shape stretching out behind him. Below the image was one word in ancient script that he somehow knew how to read: MORAT.

POV: Morga, Queen of the Raven Coven "Don’t move another inch, Rhea. If you take one more step, the seal on the child’s life snaps, and your 'miracle' becomes a tomb." Morga’s voice was like ice cracking under a winter moon, sharp and brittle. She stood atop the shattered remains of the Moon-Drowned Altar, her raven-feather cloak fluttering in the unnatural wind that still whipped through the ruins. Her violet eyes were no longer filled with the terror of a woman facing a goddess; they were filled with the cold, calculating triumph of a strategist who had just played her final, hidden card.