Magolor Kirby Novels & Stories

Not all witches are powerful enough to be immortal or summon a demon for them to give you this, although many can use magic to keep themselves beautiful and young forever. I only knew two immortal witches because of their own power: Morgana, my main ally, and Magera, the second most powerful of the shadow ministry. Both were powerful enough to destroy the entire world if they wanted to, but Magera had not yet hunted me because magic had no effect on me, especially the kind of magic she often uses, illusion, fear, and torture.

If it was true that Maura and her mage friends were going to come in and fight on the side of the Council, and that seemed to be the case, based on what had just happened, Everly and her alliance were going to need some way of countering it. Margot thought for a moment, her eyes focused out the window at the landscape as she continued to wash the dishes Everly had intended to do as repayment for all of Margot’s kindness. “I may have a contact,” she said. “I’ll have to see.” “We’re kind of in a hurry,” Slate reminded her, his voice calm. Margot turned and smiled over her shoulder. “You’re a wolf, son. Not a cat.” “Wh—” Slate began, clearly not understanding that Margot was trying to tell him

Jackson looked drained of life essence and suddenly picked vegetables to be an interesting subject of observation. "Stop, the cavities might kill me," Maria whined with a red face, "I suppose that's a valid compliment, Pikachu." "Uh, Pikachu?" Jackson asked with a pout, "of all things, a Pokémon specie?" "Well, you're adorable, aren't you?" Maria made bunny ears with her index and middle fingers, "pika-pika." Jackson would settle for cute. No one had ever called him cute. It rang in his head like a band of drums and his heartbeat accelerated.

There, at the entry to the mining tunnel, stood a figure that made my breath get in my throat. She was tall and slim, with long silver hair that appeared to drift around her as though suspended in water. Her eyes were a twirling blend of purple and gold, and she conveyed a staff made of bent dark wood. "Who are you?" I requested, venturing forward. "How could you track down us?" The lady grinned, and I felt a chill run down my spine. "I'm Morgana, little Luna. Furthermore, I've been watching you for a long while."