Fata Morgana Visual Novel Novels & Stories

His hand came up and brushed a stray snowflake from my cheek. “They have excellent taste,” I said, leaning into his touch for a fleeting second. “They want me to tell the First Moon story.” His smile widened, and the pride in his eyes deepened. “Of course they do. You give the old tales new breath.” He glanced around the hollow, at all the bustling activity, then back at me. “Everything coming together?” “I think so. Martha and Elara are geniuses. The banner…” I trailed off, feeling a flicker of that nervousness return. “I chose the motif. A seed breaking open beneath the moon. Growth from darkness.”

Ava's POV: I picked out a thick leather bound book from the shelf. Its black rough surface was covered with dust. Wiping it with my palm, I looked at the title. Senex Animarum. Once again, I felt the frustration gripping my insides. Every single book in this place was filled with a language I didn't know. I should've taken French this semester. But this language looked nowhere near French. I opened the book and looked at the worn out dust-filled pages. There were diagrams. And foreign words.

Chapter 13: The Threads of Fate As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, they came across an ancient temple hidden deep within the heart of the wilderness. Inside the temple, they discovered a magnificent tapestry that stretched across the walls, filled with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. The tapestry seemed to shimmer with a magical aura, and the pack members sensed that it held a profound secret. Curiosity piqued, Emily reached out to touch the tapestry, and as her paw made contact, a surge of energy coursed through her. Visions flashed before her eyes, revealing the interconnectedness of all living beings and the threads of fate that bound them together.

Amelia said after hours of training. “What part of I don’t know any shit about fighting didn’t you understand?” I said. “I didn’t realize that you could be this bad” She said while handing me a drink. “You do understand why we are doing this right?” She asked. “Caden gave me an overview of how” I replied. “A lot of ladies will want to fight you for your position as Luna when they find out you are a rogue” She explained. “How bad is this issue?” I asked. “It is most of the time a fight till when the other can’t continue” She said.

However, as she passed by me, she suddenly stopped. Her eyes fixed on the book in my arms, filled with interest. I followed her gaze, then took out “Don Quixote” and handed it to her. “Do you like this book? You can have it.” I just wanted to get closer to Mark’s family. But the moment I said that, Donna’s eyes turned red. The next second, she covered her mouth and started crying. I panicked a little, not knowing what to say, when a sharp voice came from behind me.

The Goddess doesn't make mistakes, but people tell lies. The image of moonlight hitting a tear-stained face flashes in my mind. I see the wide, terrified eyes of the little girl from fifteen years ago, and I see the defiant eyes of the servant from the palace hallway. Morgana. I think about the way my beta touched her and the blind, murderous rage it ignited in my chest. I think about the way her arousal then drove me and my wolf into a frenzy. The puzzle pieces begin to align in the dark corners of my mind. It had to be her in my bed.

And as I took in the sight of my people's fallen bodies, something shifted within me and I thrust forward, killing, kicking, slashing throats with my fangs, using the opportunity to vent all my frustrations. 'You are no longer alone.' I linked the warriors, transferring my Luna energy to them, and they looked motivated, joining me, ready to fight for their pack, as they were supposed to. The next two hours were spent fighting, killing. The smell of blood and death filled the air, accompanied by groans and cries. And as I looked at the scene before me, a sense of victory coursed through me. We were winning. Victory was within our reach, until. " You insist on being stubborn, right? Let me see

The scribble figure went back to turning pages in the book that she was holding and she got to a familiar scene and I felt my breathing stop for a second as I was forced to look at the book. “I came home from work. I was soaked in water from the sudden downpour that appeared out of nowhere. I took a bath for an hour and went to play the game so I could figure out who the hidden character was. Then everything is a complete blank… But that a lie, isn’t it ▇▇▇▇▇?” The scribble figure was tapping the picture of my final moment in my last life. I was just sitting in front of my TV as I played “A Highschool Royal Romance”. My eyes looked tired as I blankly played the game.

The fakir walks beside her and asked if she was the same princess and Lima only could nod her head because her words went paralyzed experiencing the bliss supreme. Amara repeated the questions of the fakir several times to herself and she did find his conclusion cinvincing. "Otaku is not an ordinary mortal to have baseless beliefs. He is a vampire with evil powers. He is after you, wants to kill you because you are none other than Princess Veronica." The fakir spoke condensed. "Go against the time and think over, why are you reborn? Come out of your present birth and invite your past. What is the secret and the only way to end this monster? Where is the solution to end the evil?" He instigat

Morgan growled as his eyes relentlessly shifted from the shade of honey and red as Matteo fought him for control. “No!” he growled making Amira look at him. Her eyes where kinda lost with the pleasure he gives her but she knew what was happening to him. He buried his face in between her chest as his movements caught a faster pace making Amira writhed in pleasure. “Morgan!” A loud monstrous growl resounded as Morgan’s eyes turned red. Matteo had successfully taken over the body. Amira felt this and she knew that Morgan would not like this to happen. She struggled to pull herself together and amidst the need to reach that ecstatic feeling, she raised Morgan’s head away from her chest and made