Novel & Cerita 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."

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.

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."

Warning⚠⚠: this chapter is a bit emotional My mom has been behaving very strange lately, receiving strange calls and crying after receiving those calls. I have tried asking her what it was but as usual, she doesn't open up. "mom I am fade up with all these shit, can you stop crying and tell me what the hell is wrong with you" I said "language", she said Oops!! even in a bad condition she still care about my language. so funny I said sarcastically

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.

Her violet eyes were no longer filled with the terror of a woman facing a goddess; they were filled with the cold, calculating triumph of a strategist who had just played her final, hidden card. Around them, the clearing was a graveyard of smoldering ash and broken stone. The silence that had followed Rhea’s blood rage was now replaced by the rhythmic, sickly pulse of the black sun overhead. Morga watched the way Rhea froze, the silver-and-black fire surrounding her hands flickering out like a dying ember. The girl’s chest heaved, her obsidian eyes fixed on Morga with a mixture of hatred and a sudden, primal vulnerability. "What are you talking about?" Rhea’s voice was a low, dangerous rasp

Nicholas clearly didn't want to discuss her. And then, something happens. Memories, images, and thoughts bombard me —laughter, soft glances, and sweet smiles. It all happens in a few seconds. All fast. I blink a few times, confused at what happened. I gaze at my mate. I was in his head. Those were his memories. Morgana is her name, and she's his first love. Nicholas gapes at me, "Y- you were in my head. I felt you," his voice is quiet with surprise. I nod slowly, stunned.

She shifts out of reach, steps in from a different angle, forcing Iris to turn again. Fast. Controlled. This is not wild fighting. Not emotional. This is planned. Morgana circles her, just slightly, keeping distance, watching how Iris adjusts. Cataloging. Iris sees it. She knows it too. She has been studied. Every move. Every pattern. Every instinct she relies on. Morgana smiles faintly. “I expected more,” she says, tilting her head just a little. “This is what they built up?” Iris says nothing.