Magi Morgiana Mga Nobela at Kwento

She regretted that she had made the mistake of coming back at all. "Nazi!!" called out Magdalena, "Mother, are you home?!" Something made a noise inside the shack. Clearly, someone was home. “Mom!! Aunt Tamia, are you in there?” Magdalena shouted. The wooden door slowly opened, and a frightening-looking woman appeared in the doorway. It was not aunt Tamia, whose face had been deformed since childhood. It was Nazi, Magdalena’s mother.

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.

The figure stepped back just enough to let the corridor light reach her face. Sharp cheekbones. Dark eyes that missed nothing. Silver-streaked hair that had come slightly loose from its arrangement, the only evidence of how fast she'd moved to get here. Not Elena. Older than Elena. Carrying something Elena had traded away. a warmth beneath her coldness, something that lived in the eyes rather than the controlled architecture of expression. Morgana. Kade and Kane's aunt. The woman Kade had described as the most powerful wolf in three generations. The woman who'd told him Ariana's wolf was locked away, waiting.

As soon as they stepped through the door Morgana was back in the bedroom and she let out a soft moan and then rubbed her temples, Alexis handed her the glass of water and two Advil she had left with him. ‘Are you okay Morgana? What did you discover?’ He was impatient to know but she hesitated, ‘Alpha the Luna is very special.’ His growl rumbled through the entire Pack House and she sighed, ‘Her mother was a witch.’ Morgana stated and he stepped back, ‘That’s impossible, if she was a witch why didn’t she save herself? There is no way she should have died so soon after the birth if she had magic.’ ‘She had no choice.’

Placing a hand on her forehead, I drew in a long breath, basking in the feel of her magic and every other magic she'd stolen, as a result of her greed. I absorbed her magic, relishing in the feel of it. Morgana screamed until her voice was hoarse. By the time I was done, she fell to the ground with a dull thud. She curled up into a ball, whimpering as a result of her emptiness. How pathetic.

Their deep connection to the balance of magic in the universe made them acutely aware of the growing turmoil between the vampire covens and the werewolf packs. Morgana, a wise and ancient witch, sat in her hidden chamber surrounded by ancient tomes, candles, and arcane symbols etched on the floor. She had foreseen the return of the vampires, sensing that their ambitions would bring chaos to the world of supernatural beings. Her primary concern was to maintain equilibrium and prevent any single faction from dominating the others.

My wolf was restless beneath my skin, his need to protect our mate making him claw at the edges of my control. I reached the outer edges of the pack’s land, where an old cottage stood, hidden deep in the forest. It belonged to an old seer—one we rarely spoke of. Morgana. She was once an ally of the pack before she was exiled for using magic that went against our laws. They called her a traitor, a danger, a woman who dabbled too much in dark magic. But right now, I didn’t care about the past. If she had knowledge of fate and magic, then I had to seek her out.

The three magic Knights Leaders went out of the portal and stood on the three chairs placed on the sides of the King’s chair. “And let’s welcome our Kingdom’s Magic Leader, King Magnus!” everyone rose from their seats to welcome the King. King Magnus is a fire mage, my father met with him once and I remembered that his aura is as tremendous as my father. He talked to me before and he was really kind but he’s aura is just so powerful that even though he showed kindness towards me, I still kept a distance.

"A truth kept hidden by the Sacred Grove. A truth about the birth of the Twice-Blessed child." There was a pause. Then figures began to materialize around the stone circle. Thirteen witches, all women, all wearing dark robes that seemed made of shadow itself. The tallest stepped forward. "I am Morgana, High Witch of this coven. You offer information about the bridge-child in exchange for knowledge about the Void. An interesting trade." "Will you accept it?" Selene asked. Morgana's eyes, completely black with no whites visible, studied each member of the group. When her gaze landed on Kade, she smiled.

Magnus, stop calling me that, " I said, frustrated. Call me what you always call me, she said, teasing. Okay, he answered, noting my love. There was a commotion in front of the pack house, and we rushed to see what was about. The warriors were holding a man who kept struggling. We found him snooping around. What do you want us to do? Who sent you here? Magnus asked as his hand grabbed his face. I only ask once. He was reluctant, rogue maybe, I thought. Morgana, he finally whispered. A heavy silence settled in the air, but inside, dread surged through me. If Morgana was moving pieces behind the scenes, it could only mean one thing: she was after something we hadn’t anticipated. Her talents we