Fata Morgana Visual Novel Novels & Stories

Fuck, yeah, she’s a Leonetti wolf and that counts for something. The light intensifies, and for a moment, everything is bathed in blinding white. A deafening roar sounds out, and when I open my eyes, I see the dark smoke hovering above Morana. I don’t see any physical features, but I can feel the absolute hatred this thing encapsulates. Who would worship something like this? When the light fades, Morana collapses to her knees, breathing heavily. Nova steps forward, her expression one of relief. “It’s done,” she says softly. “The Meraloth is gone.”

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

"Yes, Baby Girl. Morgana is going to be your puppy. She may not act like anything but a dog in this house. Before any of you complain, let me have her tell you why she is being treated like a bitch. Go on, Morgana, tell my family and your sisters what you have done. Tell them how many actual Fates there are. Tell them what your actual name is. Do it now or so help me. The pain you felt earlier will only be a shadow of the pain you will feel next."

Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form. The whole scene played out in front of her as if she was watching a movie. The glowing eyes, the wings, the flaming sword. Then a really tall, very frightening woman. This woman appeared out of nowhere. Abigail observed very intently as Daniel's sword made contact with the unknown woman's throat. She gasped, she just witnessed a murder. The woman reached for her throat, but to Abigail's surprise the blood that was supposed to be spewing out of the wound was not blood at all, it was some sort of black ooze. Abigail was completely disgusted at the sight o

This entire war had been orchestrated and every battle and every loss had been planned by someone with power beyond our comprehension. "What purpose?" I demanded and forced strength into my voice I did not feel. "Why manipulate everything if you are so powerful? Why not just take what you want instead of playing games with lives?" Morgana laughed and the sound echoed unnaturally across the frozen battlefield. "Because I am trapped in a half-life state and neither dead nor truly alive. For millennia I have existed in this limbo and have been unable to fully return to the world of the living." She moved closer and her corrupted lycans formed a circle around us that cut off any hope of escape.

She says in that low sultry voice that never fails to get my blood roaring with sinful pleasures and in three full confident strides, she is at my desk, perching delicately on my thighs. There are so many reasons why this was wrong. Morgana is my cousin. Whilst this wasn't usually an issue in our world amongst our kind, I have a fated mate from the Lunaria Clan, picked out by my father himself for strategic reasons of course. Sylvia Fenris. A red haired innocent looking beauty.

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

Forgettable. But Mira was not forgettable. Mira had gotten into my head and decided to make it her home. Since the day I’d truly gotten to know her, I had not looked at another woman. And now that she had begun to turn, with those red eyes and that glow and that slender frame, she was more striking than she had ever been. There was something else in her, too, something I couldn’t name, that made her more than any regular vampire I had ever met.