Fata Morgana Book Novels & Stories

Victor said. "You broke the seal," Mara corrected. She pointed to the window. "Look at the sky Alpha." We walked to the window. To the north the sky was darkening. It was not storm clouds. It was a wall of black fog rolling across the landscape. It swallowed everything in its path. The trees. The hills. The light. "What is in the Dead Zone?" I asked. I felt a cold dread seeping into my bones. "The First Ones," Mara whispered. "The Primevals."

“It’s not a blank book see” I hold up the book to show him the page I’m currently reading. He bursts out laughing. “Well it must be written in invisible ink because all I see is a blank book” I look up at Delilah confused as she all but runs to me. “Hmm curious. Faith can you really read that book?” “Yes it’s about the history of the three fates and a some what prophets it mentions the child of light, the moon goddess’s blessed and the dark knight” Both Destin and Delilah look at each other in shock.

I opened my mouth to bombard her with questions when she cut me off. “It’s time alpha dearest. The final day of your ruin, your judgement and the sealing of your fate. Today, a new dawn shall rise and set in. prepare, for the battle has just began” she recited in that eerie voice with a sinister smile on her face whiles her eyes kept flickering between black and red. Before I could scream or ask what she meant, she shifted into the largest falcon I have ever seen and shot straight into the skies. A foreboding sense encased me. I don’t think this is all a coincidence.

Killing the princess means wiping out the whole clan. Now the princess who has stayed hidden for years has finally been awakened tonight. All of the witches came out to observe the book that is in the middle of the old library. It shone so bright that the light almost blinded some of their eyes, but never once did it open. They all gathered around the book. Morgana stretched her hand forward and tried to get hold of the book, but it flung her to the other side of the library, making her hit the shelf and the books scattered all over her face.

After a short while of harboring the sands, she lifted out a book. She handed it over to the pregnant lady who has been referred to as Juliet. "This is a therimoire, the book of accounts." "The wisdom of the primordial being; The First Magic, passed down through ages, it was found by the goddess Morgana. She amplified it, removed the original spells to prevent destruction amongst warlocks and witches and she rewrote it." The woman added to her words. She waved her hand in a rainbow form and a purple hex surrounded the house.

“There is a spell. It's written in the books. But I never bothered to master it because I didn't think there was a way I could it.” Magma looked up. “Wait, there is but I don't think you can do it.” Why were they all saying the same thing? Now I wanted to try it. “Let me try. If I fail, then I'm the one getting embarrassed.” Magma laughed and stood up, going to the book shelf by the window and pulling out a book. “I heard of this book as a kid. It's called the book of forbidden spells. Only to be used when one is in dire danger and needs urgent saving.”

Aunt Jo is helping Carson with wolf training while I’m having extra study sessions with Matty. I sat there reading a book on werewolf history. It’s pretty basic. But I don’t know the information. I am making loads of notes. While turning the page, I placed my coffee mug on the table. I allow my fingers to circle the rim of the mug. “What the goddess?” Matty gasps. I looked up at him, and he was staring at my mug. I looked over. The coffee was spinning around in the mug like it had just been stirred. “What?” I asked.

I’m not that terrible unless I’m hungry. Morgana flicks her fingers, and the space around us ripples, shifting to something new. We’re standing in a dimly lit chamber, lined with ancient bookshelves. A memory, maybe? Hers? Or something she’s pulled from my mind? “Even if you had the means to leave, you would need an anchor. A reason strong enough to tether you back to the living world,” she muses, running her fingers along the spines of the books. “Tell me, what do you have waiting for you?”

“It’s an ancient language used centuries ago,” Morgan says, lifting her gaze from the brownish-red book to look at us. “Where did you find this?” Raina hesitates. “Back in the territory.” Morgan’s eyes drop to the book again. “I’ve always wanted a copy. I never thought the Alpha had it all this time.” “What is the book about?” Raina asks. “Red wolves and their true history.” Raina and I glance at each other.

Donato and Princess Elowen rode through the moonlit forest, their horses slowing as shadows emerged ahead, armed riders with the crest of Atlan glinting on their armor. The leader stepped forward, his voice heavy with old hatred. "Where is the book?" Donato dismounted, his eyes unreadable. "I knew you vultures would be waiting. Tell me, what's in that book that scares you so much? It belongs to the Moranos, not the Atlans or anyone else." The Atlan master's jaw tightened. "That book carries the curse of power. The Moranos used it once to conquer our ancestors. We will not let history repeat itself. The book must be destroyed."