Romans & histoires Fata Morgana Visual Novel

Images, voices,began to flood his mind like a broken dam. Morgana watched him. With a sharp flick of her wrist, her fan vanished into the ether, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, it looks like my little obsession has officially hit a dead end," she remarked, her voice dripping with a spicy, nonchalant arrogance. "Let’s just call it what it was: I was pathologically jealous, so I plucked those memories right out of your skull after my failed attempt to erase you from existence. Consider this your lucky day, I’ve restored your pathetic past, so you can go back to being whoever you think you are. Don't expect a parting gift. Goodbye, Ravian."

Her eyes kept flickering between green and red, and I could see Malachar's shadow merging with her body, could see his consciousness trying to take over. "The ritual's almost complete," she said, and she sounded delighted. "In maybe thirty seconds, Malachar will be fully merged with me. We'll be one being. Unstoppable. Eternal. And you—" She pointed at me. "You're going to watch your mate die knowing you couldn't save him." "No," I said simply. And I attacked. Silver magic shot from my hands like lightning, hitting Morgana's shields and making them crack. She stumbled back, surprise crossing her face.

“My lady—?” Morgana was on her in a blur. “Easy now,” she cooed, voice syrupy sweet. “It won’t hurt much. Just close your eyes. I need a little juice, and I’ll be done.” I turned away as the fangs sank in. A muffled shriek cut short, then only wet sucking sounds. When it stopped, Celia slumped boneless to the ground. Morgana whispered those ancient words…soft, lilting…that wiped memory clean.

I open my mouth to correct my stupidity, but she beats me to it, her lungs filling before she explodes. “Am I sure that I’m blind? Yes, I am!” she growls, her voice rumbling hard enough to be mistaken for a wolf’s. “Everything I see is a blur or a blend of what it should be. I can’t see your face properly, which is why I didn’t know it was you when I first saw you. It’s the reason I didn’t know that Blaze was a bunny, I just saw a black blur!” “I didn’t mean it like that,” I say quickly, holding her angry gaze. My skin tightens at her scrutinizing look, Theo whining in pain to know that our mate is angry with us. “I just couldn’t imagine it at all. You never seemed to be.”

She had anticipated our move, men stepped in front of me blocking me from moving any further and when i stared at their eyes, it glowed purple and then turned black. “WATCH ME! WATCH ME, AS I DESTROY THE VERY ONE YOU CARE ABOUT!” Morgana yelled with her eyes widening in excitement. “Wait!” i yelled out and she stopped few inches away from piercing the sharp ends through Laila’s chest. “You don’t have to do this, we should talk this through,” I said hoping it would by me more time to think of what to do.

I cried out I can’t believe the person I fell for, took the life of my brother. He made me think that he wants my heart but he wants the heart of my brother. He did so many things to put a smile on my face but it was all a lie, he never wanted me, he only wants the heart and he got what he wanted. Noor was right, he is using me, just like she said, he will throw me to the ground and look where I am, I’m on the ground. He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him.

The memories I had deliberately buried came crashing back like a tidal wave. My face drained of all color in an instant. In my previous life, I had lived in despair under the control of this demon. Luca loved the sight of women’s blood and the sound of their painful moans. He delighted in absolute submission. Even a wife was nothing more than a toy to him. On our wedding night in my previous life, he beat me until my body was covered in wounds. When I finally managed to escape back home, I had cried and begged my father for help.

"The temple can't do anything to me. The mistake it did was let my mother touch me. I thought you said the temple knows all." "What are you talking about?" she asked. "I'm taking about the Raven Warlocks." "Agatha!" her voice was whisper but threatening nonetheless, "Don't go down this road." She shook her head. "Wait," I look at her carefully, "You-" "Ango," she grips at me, " Reversio." I go on my knees, "Somnio."

thirteen years ago third person pov what is happening here she asked haven't you heard? the boss and miss Vincent are finally get married the receptionist answered I can still believe he popped the question after months of admiring secretly and stealing glances the receptionist continue blabbering and she walked away she was confused and happy. how come didn't she notice what everybody noticed? how didn't she figure that something was going on between Vincent and her boss? she asked her self I have to stop these even if someone has to die she said

Fail… and I will kill everyone you love. The letter slipped slightly in her hands, and at the bottom, a name. Morgana. Zoe stared at it, her pulse thundered, and she looked at the book, old, very old. “What do you want…” she whispered. Who is ‘him’? Why was my memory erased? Who… am I to her? So many questions, no answers, but one thing was certain— This wasn’t over, not even close, because now—The game had truly begun.