Magi Morgiana Novels & Stories

“Real charming. Punches like a wrecking ball. Still pissed I broke his favorite saber when I was ten.” Lotanni stood nearby, pacing slowly. “She’s fighting her old mentor, right?” I asked. Orin nodded. “Mage with familiar magic. Guy taught half her village. Doesn’t go easy.” Lotanni returned from her latest round not long after, her braid messy, her eyes dark. “Two minutes flat,” she said dully. “No progress.” “Still longer than either of us,” I offered. She didn’t answer. Nyomei had it worse—or stranger.

said the queen. Madame Skia gave her a look Ilyria could not decipher. “Except?” “Except nothing. That is just the stuff of stories told by humans to their children.” “You speak of legend,” said the Mogul. Both were silent. Ilyria felt uncomfortable with how they looked at her. “Her father was Magos,” said Madame Skia quietly. “It is possible.” The queen clicked her tongue. “Prophecies, legends. These you believe. Yet you think what we do is tricks? Your human has made you soft, Skia. We hold the order.”

“I-I ’m not sure I understand you, ma’am,” “Lemme break it down for you then. Are you sure you still do not want the young Alpha all to yourself?” Aiyisha bent her head in shame, “You know about what I did.” “Of course I know, child… and truth be told it’s a wonder you haven’t been struck by Selene yet for your brazeness, but seeing as you have really helped the female beta today, perhaps the moon Goddess had a reason for still keeping you around.” She sighed deeply, “I can equally sense your change of heart, child… but please, just do as I have asked, and everything shall be alright.” With those words, Morgana, the silver witch disappeared along with the bright blue light. The only evidence

“They are the portals by which the gods touch this world and direct us as to their will. I believe that Morgana isn’t just any ordinary emissary, whose role is simply to continue the genetic lineage, but Morgana is The Emissary of the mother goddess, the moon goddess, the Morrigan, mother of war, fate, and fertility, of wolves and ravens, shapeshifter, and escort of the dead.” “Look around you,” Aaron said with fervency. “We are in a time of war, between the supernatural and humankind, with werewolves and f-king zombies. And she’s pregnant again,” he gestured to Aislen triumphantly. “She was born in the year of the Griffin, maiden born in crone, on the day of Ash. Thanks to your f-king pack

She's a narcissist. "Of course not, mother. Why would I cry because of such a silly thing, in which I'll have anyway?" I asked, smiling at her. Ophelia Maine was just a child that yearned for affection and attention due to her parent's neglect. The very moment she became the queen of the stage, all her dreams came through like a fairy tale. So I guess, it's pretty normal why she became like that.

Just present. "Lucian mentioned children," I finally say. "Silas and Morgana." "I know. I've found references." "Tell me." She pulls out a small notebook. "Silas is younger. Silver hair like his father. Powerful but more human than Lucian ever was." "And Morgana?" "The Violet Daughter. Legend in dark magic circles." Sage flips a page. "She disappeared a century ago. Everyone assumed dead." "But if she's alive and learns her father died..." "She'll come for revenge."

On the way, Morgana catches up with the last woman who entered and asks, her voice trembling, fearing that these women might be from Zayn's harem. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" she asks. Aisha listens to Morgana, stops walking, and sizes her up from head to toe, observing the redhead's beauty and obvious jealousy, then answers her question. "I am Aisha, one of Zayn's harem women, to be more precise, I'm his favorite," she responds, lifting her nose. "And who are you? I bet you're just another one of his flings." "I'm Morgana Aguiar; this must be some tasteless joke."

He said stopping a few inches from Leon, "Because you have unlocked Morganna's magic genes," Leon tilted his head quizzically as he peered intently at Jared. He was no stranger to the name Morganna, the Skinwalker, had mentioned the same name. "And who the fuck is Morganna?," He asked Jared who replied "The second-born child of Sebastian the origin of magic," He continued, "Sebastian had four daughters all of which possessed magical powers except one, Morganna. Although Morganna lacked magical abilities, she was strong and formidable and caught the eye and attention of a king named Donovan, King Donovan and Morganna became our ancestors,"

The symbols pulsed brighter at her proximity, as if recognizing an old enemy. "Three Alphas. One mate. Her weakness is your doom or your salvation," she recited, the words echoing with power that made the walls themselves seem to tremble. "The girl without a wolf carries the magic of the first Luna, locked away and forgotten. When she awakens, kingdoms will fall... or rise." "Magic?" Darius snarled. "Witchcraft has no place in our world." "Foolish boy," Morgana snapped. "What do you think makes you shift? What is the moon called? Magic is the foundation of everything you are. And this girl..." She gestured to me with something that might have been reverence. "She carries the oldest magic of

"You will be 'trained' to become a holy knight. Places are limited, and right now the role of magic swordsman is in demand. It's like the warrior girl situation. As for the spearwoman, well since Dora asked for it, you will join her for now, but you will be deployed to the Rifts a lot, as a personal employee of our mansion. This will give you plenty of opportunities if you want to attract the attention of larger guilds." Morgiana shivered a little and lowered her head. She tried to make a sound, but her face struggled to contain her emotions. After feeling defeated, she was certain that her chances were over. She knew that getting back up as an emissary would be more difficult for her, espec