Fata Morgana Visual Novel Novels & Stories

She looked up at me. "But I'll never forgive you for this Sania. You just crushed all my love and faith in you. You killed me Sania and I'll always hate you for this." I pulled my hand from her grip and stromed out of the room. Sania's POV, I just sat there watching him leave. It was finally happening. I didn't know if I should be happy or I should cry. I just sat there like a lifeless doll. I had lost him already? I don't know how many hours I sat there. I just couldn't move. I felt like I had no reason to live anymore. It was over. Just like that.

After a brief pause, I still refused outright. "They don't deserve it." The bloody path I fought through in my last life was something Mona should walk herself this time. Jonah smiled faintly. "You and your sister really are different." With that, he went upstairs. Watching his back, a dead memory stirred. In the flames, I seemed to see that same figure running toward me. Or was that just a hallucination before death? Early the next morning, I received a notification that a large sum of money had been transferred out of my bank account.

I told him he could when the pain had somewhat subsided. He started with a slow pace and then as the pleasure began to overwhelm us, he took it up a notch. I couldn't breathe, I mean I thought I had had enough of the orgasms, but apparently, my body could handle one more, I moaned louder as I felt myself reaching the peak again. "That's it love, come with me." He whispered. That was all it took to push me over the edge, I came with an intensity that had my eyes closing in unbelief. Dots danced across my eyes, and I felt Brian thrust a couple of times before I felt him come in me.

She’s talking about our children. “Where are they?” Alistair demands, and his voice has gone flat and deadly in the way it does right before he kills someone. Morgana pulls a crystal from her robes and holds it up to the light. Inside I can see images like looking through a warped window, and my heart stops because there are our boys, all four of them unconscious and arranged in some kind of circle, and Anna’s newborn daughter is there too, her tiny chest barely rising and falling. “Safe for now,” Morgana says. “Though that will change at moonrise when I drain their life force and use their combined power to make myself immortal. Not the half-measure immortality that Kate achieved, but true

“You sound awfully confident about killing your own student.” Morgana’s laugh was dry and sharp. “Oh, Violet, I’m not killing you. The world will. I’m merely letting it try.” I turned to face her, meeting her eyes squarely. “You’re unbelievable.” “Flattery won’t get you out of this, girl,” she said, moving back toward her desk. “Take your orders and again keep those unstable men out of my sect. I don’t want your little harem marching through Inferno territory like they own it. Do I make myself clear?”

I know I’m small and weak in comparison to her, but I’m not gone yet. “I tire of these games, Astaroth,” Morgana mutters under her breath, pacing within the confines of my room. She doesn’t bother using my voice when she’s alone. This is all her, seductive and cruel. “I know what you want. Blood. You think this sacrifice will be enough to grant you permanent manifestation.” I press deeper into the shadows of my own mind, struggling to remain conscious within my own body, but so small she won’t realize I’m here. This is invaluable and dangerous information.

I’m uncertain if I believe them. “Wake up the sleeping anger in your heart. Revenge against everyone who has mistreated you…” I turned to my side because she seemed to whisper those words to me. “Bad people will not go away, but you can stop them.” I turned to my other side but couldn't see her. My tears still kept flowing, and I begged her to stop. “N-no… P-please? Stop it.” I said, just to get her to pay attention. “I’ll remind you of everything that happened before the accident; get ready, Ana, because you’ll wake up as Ana Mystica at the end.”

he said. But later, when Meredith learned that I'd chosen to marry Landon, she blatantly mocked me. "I heard the zombies are so far gone that they're about to get kicked out of the Otherkin Alliance, Annabelle. They can't even feed themselves. Let's hope you don't starve to death before even getting pregnant! "Things are the opposite with the Whitefang pack. I heard they're so wealthy that they can afford to add precious herbs even when taking baths. Well, if you're willing to grovel at my feet and beg me, I'll consider giving you some of my leftovers."

“Said you two would know how to read it… and what to do with it.” There was a silence that followed—one that felt like it belonged in a cathedral or some place holy. Morgana reached forward and unrolled the scroll gently, her fingers tracing the patterns etched into the old parchment. Symbols shimmered slightly under the torchlight—lines that twisted like constellations, blooming and fading as if alive. “This isn’t a normal map,” she said, breathless. “It’s a map of fate. Of moments that could be. Woven visions—choices not yet made.”

Omega Joy sighed and took Yna's hand in her palms as she stared at her,“What did you do and why are you blaming yourself, Yna? You are not responsible for anything the fight was all about dominance….” “You don't understand anything. Joy, I am a terrible person. You see, after Alpha Angelo have rejected me and promised to break the ancient bond, I felt worthless and of no use. I loved with anger and promised myself to take vengeance. I happened to meet Alpha Zavier and asked him to help me as much as I help him win the battle. Furthermore, I am the one who stole the book you guys were searching for. I wanted to know all the information that is written about Alpha Angelo the chosen one,” Omega