Magi Morgiana Novels & Stories

POV: Morga, Queen of the Raven Coven "Don’t move another inch, Rhea. If you take one more step, the seal on the child’s life snaps, and your 'miracle' becomes a tomb." Morga’s voice was like ice cracking under a winter moon, sharp and brittle. She stood atop the shattered remains of the Moon-Drowned Altar, her raven-feather cloak fluttering in the unnatural wind that still whipped through the ruins. 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.

"Then where did you come from? If the Creator didn't ordain a Fate of the Past, who are you?" "I created the fate of the Past and I placed the memory of myself into the other Fates' minds." "Tell us who you really are?" Morgana's teeth ground as she tried to resist answering that question. Greg reached into her pain receptors and twisted. She screamed out her answer. "My name is LILITH! I'm the goddess of Chaos!"

He is the Dragon King and one of the founding council members alongside Asteria. “After what happened with you when you were younger, we put tracking on every minor, but somehow we can’t track them. Morgana is growing stronger, and if what she did today is anything to go by, it won’t be long until she is at full strength.” I look at the picture of the young girl. I close my eyes as I begin to think. When I smile. Xena is one of the strongest witches in the world.

The clearing was filled with a tense silence, everyone preparing in their own way for the impending storm. Alex had already gathered most of the pack members, but I knew it wasn’t enough. Morgana’s magic was unlike anything we’d ever faced. She wasn’t just a witch; she was a master of manipulation, a force capable of shattering the very foundations we’d worked so hard to build. And with the child I carried in me, she had an even greater incentive to destroy everything.

Agatha addressed Morgana without hesitation, "Morgana, your complexion seems unusually pale today. Do share the name of your foundation; I simply must try it." Morgana's laughter echoed through the chamber, a chilling melody of mockery and malice. "Ah, Agatha, my dear," she cooed, her voice dripping with artificial warmth and a dark allure. Her gaze, piercing and devoid of all kindness, locked with Agatha's. "Such potential squandered in your sister's shadow." A sly smile curved Morgana's lips as she leaned closer, the air around them growing thick with her brewing enchantments. "The power you hold, it's potent, raw—familiar to my own. Join me, Agatha. Together, we're destined to reign supre

Eventually we turned to dark magic. Morgana was raised in a Mother worshiping coven, though she was currently part of a Crone coven. It’s why she knew how to do fertility potions, but also knew dark magic spells. Honestly, until she mentioned that, I had never looked at the rest of her site. There were a lot of white magic spells: protection spells, good luck potions, and powders to rid your garden of gnomes. But at the bottom of the site, there were examples of the darker side of magic: spells to conjure the spirits of the dead, hexes, and blood magic.

He cocks his head to the side as he studies my face intently, causing me to squirm in place under his gaze. Words move to the forefront of my mind, beating back the whispering voices that were growing too loud to ignore. The soothing sound of Jamari’s voice floods my system with calm, helping me take control of the magic that threatens to consume me. “I am Morgana Pendragom.” Magic swirls around me, sending my hair flying around my head. “There is nothing I can not do.” A scream leaves my lips as the last of my words fills the space between us. A burst of power shoots out from my body, blasting against the spell placed on the cell door.

Coins will be tossed on the streams or at the fountain in the middle of the town, believing that it will bring prosperity to one's life. Morrigan's eyes wandered around the town as the colorful banners she once saw when she first set foot in the kingdom flashes before her. She remembered the time that Lydia was still following her at a safe distance. The buzz and busy marketplace ring a familiar feeling to her. Her eyes subconsciously looked in a direction she could clearly remember. There in the direction, she looked at stood a food stand, selling sticky rice pastries. "Do you want to taste it?" Aries asked her. She shook her head. She walked further away from the food stand and let the tho

I didn't have the first clue and a small whine escaped from me as I tried to figure it out. Derek understood my dilemma, "Just relax, take a deep breath, and concentrate hard on being human. The magic should do it automatically." I took a deep breath and tried to picture myself as I looked in the mirror. I put all my will into that thought and concentrated on becoming human. It took me a long moment, but I felt the world begin to melt and shimmer around me. I ended up crouched on the table completely naked.

"As long as my magic keeps her submissive and bound to you, she won't be able to fight back when the time comes." ​Outside in the dark, Elara had to put a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud. Bound? Submissive? Oh, you sweet, delusional little witch. It was almost pathetic how much faith Morgana had in a spell that had already been burned to ash by blue moonfire.