Fata Morgana Visual Novel Novels & Stories

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.

He let out a low, menacing growl and accelerated his pace, his thrusts becoming frantic and violent. His body fighting a war against the hallucination. He claims her body over and over, his mind screaming not to stop, his body craves the very poison that he believes was destroying him. He comes with a guttural, agonized cry, spilling his seed deep inside her once more. Morgana passes out the second time. ~~~ Hours later, when she regains consciousness. She slowly lifts her heavy hand to her stomach, her trembling fingers tracing slowly. ‘My baby, Mother will save you.’

Elvie, now alone, faced a choice – to heed Morgana's words or to persist on a treacherous path that could lead to her own undoing. As the day unfolded, Elvie found herself haunted by Morgana's words. The desire for power, the hunger for the status of Luna, clawed at her from within. She questioned her own motives, forced to confront the darkness that lurked beneath the surface. The weight of her ambitions pressed upon her, a relentless burden that threatened to suffocate the authenticity she so vehemently denied.

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

I was looking around the room not expecting to see anyone. ‘I doubt the old man will be here. Seeing how he got her a house to live in by herself with only servants to keep her company... He may not even come to check on her. Probably will send someone to give her a message.’ I closed my eyes and tried to remember the things from the otome game I played. The game was called “A Highschool Royal Romance”. The game was about how an orphan who found out she was the missing daughter of a noble family. She was taken back into the family with open arms. Since she was back with her family she had to go to a school where only the most important and richest people could go.

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

I shiver as the electricity rolls around us, charging the air. “What did you find out?” I blink at her words. She knows something, but what? “I went to see Fate. She told me that Morgana will take her revenge on the mate she chose and me. That … That I die at the hands of my mates and when that happens, the Werewolf World will fall.” I tell her as goosebumps erupt on my flesh. She growls as she turns around and walks towards the pool of life. Her hands braced at the sides as she looks into the pool.

I fvcking wait for no jet as i conjured fire from my body. I flew up and dashed after the plane. Ahead was my fighter jet as they fired missiles at Morgana's jet but the pilot seem to be skilled. I charged my System with more fire as i dived and caught the wing of the jet. I climbed to the top and with my bear hands tore open the roof. A great deal of ice hits me and I created on the roof. That was when she jumped out and landed on the roof. 👸🏼👸🏼Morgana's POV👸🏼8👸🏼