Magolor Kirby Novels & Stories

"No, Estelle." "Just try it, Kiara. Look!" Estelle tried not to point too obviously at a handsome man who was laughing. He looked very warm. "I hear he's a delegate from the Sylvera Pack. His name is Morgan Jonathan Cruz, and he's a Beta." Kiara rolled her eyes. She shook her head, ignoring Estelle, who only wanted her to look at Morgan. "Enough, Estelle." But Estelle didn't give up. She thought that if Kiara wasn't interested in Morgan, she could find another man, and that's what she did next.

The only thing that manages to ring continuously in my brain, echoing with crystalline clarity, is Morgana's haunting warning and everything she revealed about my true nature. As I sit through Advanced Chemistry, watching Mr. Peterson demonstrate molecular structures on the whiteboard, my thoughts drift inexorably back to that ethereal encounter. The memory plays on repeat like a broken record—Morgana's luminous presence, her urgent words about my identity as a vessel bearing a direct entity related to the Moon Goddess within my very soul, the weight of destiny she placed upon my shoulders with her revelations.

Maggie scurried off to get Kirby a drink. “How old are you Kirby?” “I’m five. How old are you?” “I’m 20.” “Wow, that’s old.” I laughed. “You think so.” “Uh huh, daddy he’s old too.” “Is he?” “Yep, he is.” I laughed, she is just so cute. Maggie came back and placed a drink in front of Kirby. “Uh Maggie can I have a quick word if that’s ok?”

Then, her face went dead serious as she glared daggers at Sylvara "You’ve forgotten who you’re talking to. Let me remind you why you should be shaking" Sylvara didn't wait; she unleashed a wave of jagged black spikes. But Morgana simply snapped open an ornate fan, waving it casually. The spikes disintegrated into gray dust before they could touch her. "You know that won't work on me," Morgana sighed. She let go of the fan, and it transformed into a spinning blade, whistling through the air straight for Sylvara’s throat. "NO!" Zayla screamed, stepping out from behind the tree. The force of her voice was so loud it felt like a physical shock. The flying blade jerked to the side, slamming into

It was… "Damien!" She yelled, running towards me. Jake had a confused look on his face, as he tried to reach her, but couldn't. Finally, the woman came to me, on her knees as she tried to shake me. "Damien! Damien!" It was my loving future wife, Charlotte. Now that I think of it, Seeing her blurry vision… sorta reminds me of the cute little kitten like child, who reminds me of an angel I met at my home when I was just a little kiddo. Wait… angel? Don't tell me?

“Your time is over! This world is not yours to control anymore!” The orb flickered again, and suddenly, a shape began to form in the center of the light. It was Morgana’s form, twisted and contorted, her eyes glowing with rage and defiance. “No!” Morgana screeched. “You cannot defeat me! I am the Nexus. I am the world! You will never—” Before she could finish, the light from the Nexus Crystal intensified. The orb pulsed, and with a burst of energy, the dark figure of Morgana shattered like glass, her screams fading into the ether.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

Dad says, looking for Morwenna, who is approaching the dais with Niko. “I hope she is, because if I am not given what I was promised…” he leaves his threat hanging. “We will keep our side of the promise,” Mom says, as Dad places a hand on her arm to calm her. “I am Morgana, Queen of Clair De Lune.” Mom says, holding out her hand. Agnarr arches a brow as his eyes rake over Mom, but he does not take her offered hand. “The Vampire Princess who brought peace to this kingdom and the Sanguine Empire. I heard you were once nothing more than a slave.”

Melody and I were still wrapped in each other's arms as Luna Morgana glared at me with her hazel eyes. "Luna Mor...gana, good mor...ning," I stuttered as my eyes swept over her. Her long glossy ginger hair cascaded over her shoulders and her oblong pretty face was devoid of makeup. She was wearing a lovely satin pink nightgown. "Good morning, Luna Morgana," Melody greeted her. She didn't respond to any of us as she glared at us. Seeing the anger in her eyes, I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that there was about to be trouble.

What would have been day 24 of the Games KELLEN “The witch is called Morgan. She is Orion’s daughter, Finnegan’s sister. Supposedly she has been locked up since she was fifteen years old when her gifts became known.” Hunji began explaining what he knew. Mike and Tobias did not seem surprised, though I was sure they were privy to this information. Of course, I had been enslaved here so everything he was saying was new to me.