Magi Morgiana Novels & Stories

' She was still staring despite her thoughts and the Emperor who noticed gave her a smug smirk. "What? You want to confess your feelings already?" His words didn't anger Alexis but instead made her flush. 'Oops I got caught!' "Don't be ridiculous!" She retorted all the while chewing into her steak, hoping to distract herself. "And yet she has enough mana to be a Royal mage? A lot of people are competing for that role. There's going to be an uproar if people discover a random slave took the spot" The blonde stranger who still carried on gave Alexis a calculated look.

"Believe it or not, the mortal world and the World Beyond used to be one. "Really?" Cassandra said. "In those days, magic was common and highly sought for by the learned and the wise," Vasilisa said. "The people of the mortal realm, which we called the Middle World got along with the folk of the World Beyond. We worshipped the same gods and goddesses by their many different names. You must have heard some of those deities, too." "Like Goddess Isis, Kali, Hecate, or Freyja," Ruslan said. "As far as I know, they are goddesses of magic and sorcery."

The two women were in‑laws – Cassian's father and Rowan's father had been cousins and best friends. "She wanted power," Morgana said, staring at the fire she had built to keep me warm while I slept. "The power she wanted wasn't for her pack. It wasn't for her son. It was for herself. She found a ritual – old, forbidden magic – that would let her steal another wolf's gift." I stared at Morgana, shocked. I had heard of such things before, but never thought I would meet someone who had lived through it. "She stole your visions?" I probed, already invested.

“Thank you for your counsel. As always, it’s proven to be invaluable.” Magenta nodded, returning my smile as I opened the door for her. “It’s my pleasure. I shall see you on the marrow.” Although Magenta didn’t look a day over twenty, she was over five hundred years old, hailing from the time of knights. With her knowledge and expertise, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if she was even older than that, perhaps from the time of Merlin himself. But I never asked. After all, a gentleman never asked a lady her age.

"You possess more strength than I anticipated Young woman." I gasped, jolting in response. The woman from earlier was here. She came from the shadows, her long cloak seamlessly blending into the darkness like it was darkness itself. Her eyes shown a fiery red, reminiscent of embers in the night. There was an unsettling aura about her she was more than just powerful; she was something entirely different from others,she reek if magic. I willed myself to breathe. "Who are you?" A slow, deliberate smile spread across her face. "I am Morgana."

And right in the middle of it, her hands raised and glowing with dark magic, was Morgana. She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Older somehow. More tired. But her eyes—her eyes were filled with the kind of madness that came from losing everything and having nothing left to lose. "Well well," she said, and she was smiling like she'd been waiting for us. Like this was all part of her plan. "Right on time. I was starting to think you'd gotten lost." Behind her, I could see movement. More corrupted wolves emerging from the shadows. And something else—something bigger, darker, that made every instinct I had scream danger.

He asked, turning sharply at me. I blinked, staring at him. Doe eyed. I could not tell him the person I'd seen was Morgana. She was the strongest breed of the century, the youngest person to connect to the one power and the daughter of the chief of the pack clan, the second most powerful clan in the four kingdoms. Accusing such a person of practicing black magic— a practice forbidden in the four kingdoms could be considered treason. So weighing the odds, I did what I had just learnt how to do best.

His eyes gleamed like jewels in alabaster marble before he became aware of the desire that had set him on every kind of fragrant blossoms and to flee to the countryside, gathering lilies and going early in the field to see the buds had opened in a day. Maga stood, her feet were pretty in sandals. She was perfect and unblemished. She was unlike the others and an only daughter of an enchanter. Her nose could look straight towards the deep valleys beyond the broad plains and rolling hills. For the moment her gaze was cast downwards, fearing Ditiori’s words.

“You heard me, no need for me to chew my cabbage twice girl.” “They burned your eyes? Why would someone do that?” Cassia said with a tone of disbelief. “Not just someone, she’s be a thorn in my side for years. Her name is Magda and her cunt of a daughter Melba. They practice illegal magic. Mostly the dark arts and as you can see a coup.” Ogra stated matter of factly. “Is there anything that I can do to help you?” Cassia asked. “The only thing I can think of is tears from a dragon, and good luck finding some of those.” Ogra chuckled.

“Aislen means dreamer, and Morgana great circle. You are witch-trained, but not a witch.” Aislen narrowed her eyes at him. “Ten minutes is up, Aaron.” “Morgana, give me a f-king chance,” he replied. “Mother of blood and wolf is pretty self-explanatory, considering your mates, who are four kings,” he pulled a slight face at that. “Of a sort.”