Magi Morgiana Novels & Stories

ISOLDE The room tilts at the strange old woman’s words, and the more I think about them, the less they make sense. “D… dying?” My throat tightens. “Who are you, and why would you say that?” “I’m Morgan, a high sorcerer, and yes, you heard me right, child. No medication can fix your predicament unless you get your wolf back.” A single bead of sweat traces a path down the side of my head.

he said roughly, turning away. An hour later, we were in an SUV heading south. Luna slept in the back while I sat beside Dimitri, trying to process everything. "Tell me about my aunt," I said quietly. "Morgana is... intense. She runs a supernatural bar in the French Quarter. Neutral ground for all species." He glanced at me. "She's also one of the most powerful witches alive." "More powerful than my mother was?" "Different. Your mother was a seer and healer. Morgana is a war witch."

For me, that dream was vivid enough to be true. The audience gallery was more or less packed. I could see the shimmering wards spanning the whole gallery to protect everyone from a mage’s power. A voice crackled through the mic. Moran’s voice. My gaze shifted to where he stood behind a long table, presided over by several, no doubt imminent people. Among them were that man whose name I didn’t want to take, my mother, Elias and another woman and man. Judging by the man’s black hair and icy blue eyes and the woman’s sharp features, they were probably the former king and queen. My gaze shifted to my mom and Elias. Neither of them spared any glance at me. Another table was there, a little far f

As a matter of fact, he was deemed the oldest of the siblings. Madam Sif, also known as the queen of magic or the lady of magic. She was the founder of magical forces, although many believed she utilizes chaos magic to alter reality on a universal level but she doesn't. She was the source of magic to other entities on the planet ranging from witches, wizards and other hybrid species related to magic known as the mystic humans and the mystic vampires.

When, beyond her control, she, who was one of Spartia most powerful and respected mages and who hadn't had sex in many years, had found out that she was pregnant and that she was serving as an incubator to give birth to the reincarnation of The legendary mage, and at that time, she had felt a little helpless in the face of the task that had been entrusted to her. At first she hadn’t realized that she was pregnant, after all it was physiologically impossible, but then she had been assailed by apocalyptic visions and she had seen herself giving birth to Cassy and she had seen what the child she was carrying inside her was destined to accomplish. Mia knew that the reincarnation of The legendary

To be a slave, to be caged in this palace forever. The Kingdom of Eravia is where the mages rule. It was where my mother lived throughout her life. She was also one of those less fortunate people who was born as a slave, but not as unfortunate as the commoners, for she was a royal entertainer with imperial privileges. But to me, it wasn't privileges. All those years, I couldn't bring myself to enjoy whatever the palace could offer me. It felt as though I was always chained, someone who couldn't bend any orders from those in power.

It’s the first immortality reuirement that she had to find seven young men. Lady Nagini needed Jaran Goyang, the black magic she read in Master Jagat Trengginas’s book to attract men. As long as they had met or a conversation, it’s not hard to ensnare them with Jaran Goyang spell. “It’s so pity that I only get the beginning of the book,” she complained. “It’s more than enough. We can find more spell, a loving one,” said Sawer Geni. “But I need to be more powerful!” she screamed.

I was thrown off for a moment by her words, then laughed. "Well thank you," I said, entertained by her spirit. A bright blonde-haired woman approached the girl and placed her hands on her shoulders. "Now Cid, that is no way to greet someone," the woman scolded. The girl giggled before running with her empty tray back to the kitchens. The blonde shifter settled into the chair beside me. "I'm Margo," she said. "Nice to meet you," I replied. "My name is Selene." The woman watched me inquisitively a small smile lifting her lips.

She’s going to expose Miranda and send her back to wherever she came from, or even make sure she’s executed for sure this time, then she’ll be out of their lives for good! She’s thought of every possible solution, and there’s only one nearby she could think of. Her name is Maggie, a middle-aged omega who is rumored to have supernatural soothsaying abilities, as most of her fortunes came true. Magic is not a very commonly used entity around here, but if there’s any chance at exposing Miranda for the snake she truly is, then she’ll have a go at it. Now that she’s left the packhouse, the only problem she’ll be encountering is how to find the soothsayer, as from word of mouth, no one has heard f

The lights flickered over their resolute features, producing weird shadows that appeared to reflect the inner struggle that each bore. Their journey took them to a vast room, the meeting center of the rogue werewolves' lair. The walls were covered with ancient symbols, and the air was thick with the stench of terrible magic. Morgana sat in the center of the chamber, perched on a throne-like chair, her eyes burning with a mixture of rage and satisfaction.