Magolor Kirby Novels & Stories

“And to prove that I am not just making stories up, your honor, I have brought in a prisoner from the Lunar Fangs dungeons who served as a witness to all the evil that Alpha Gabriel Thomas and his daughter carried out in my pack. You all know the face of the popular wizard, Molikai. He is the same one that helped them in their quest. I have brought him all the way from my pack’s prison to give an account of all he did to help Caitlin Thomas bewitch me.” The judge welcomed Molikai to the podium, and he began to speak. “Alpha Gabriel came to me with his daughter, asking for a way to achieve their quest using dark magic. I gave them a spell that would enable Caitlin take full control of Alpha C

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."

My mom winked at me. Lucian just chuckled at this exchange. "Mom. This is Lucian. Lucian, my mom." I introduced them. "Good to see you, Lucian." Mom grinned like a little girl who had been offered candy. "You too, Mrs. Morgan." "Kyla. Just call me Kyla." Mom corrected. "Happy birthday, sunshine," Lucian whispered in my ear before pecking my cheeks. I think I was competing with a tomato at that point, in front of everyone.

I don’t know if he will be able to since he’s bonded with her. I spot her from a distance, dressed in black with a crimson robe, her blonde hair falling down her back in long curls, and I can see the sickly yellow glow of her eyes from where I stand. Morganna sees us approaching, and with a flick of her wrist, a familiar-looking beast appears at her side: one that looks exactly like the beast Caterina summoned on the night she took out Westcott’s vamp lair.

Of Japanese descent, she could control the blade so swiftly that within a blink, she could tear a man into unrecognisable pieces. And Eleanor? Well, she had the ability to run laps around anyone, both during battle and outside of it, without even breaking a sweat. If I was to produce a team, there was no one else I would want. Out of the shadows, one more person stepped up, Margot. She was a healer, but I had not seen her practice anywhere asides the shadows in my corner packs. Tied to her waist was a knapsack that contained all of the herbs and potions usually wielded by healers.

“Morgana is the strongest breed of this century and just like her and I. Everyone who has a source or even the tiniest link to the one power has something in common.” She leaned in as she said the next words slowly. “Long. Silver. Hair.” I gulped. Avoiding her gaze. 'But there is you.” She continued, leaning away from me. Straightening her frame. “The moon goddess reborn. Made from the one power itself. Finding it hard to embrace the source.” I swallowed, wishing for the earth to open and swallow me. "Perhaps,” Her voice rang against the room. “Going into the cave of horrors was the right decision after all. Who knows.” She scoffed, “ You might not make it.”

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

Kir growled as she walked over to Morph. "Move away little birdie." Kir chuckled as she pushed the smaller female aside. “What are you going to do?” Ari asked hesitantly. “Just watch.” Kir said with evident annoyance at the smaller female. Kir extended her fangs once more, bit down on her own wrist, and dripped her blood into Morph’s mouth. Results immediately occurred as Morph’s wound visibly healed within seconds, not even a scar was in its place, as though it was never there to begin with.

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.

Then his gaze fell on me—disdainful and sharp—and he declared loudly for all to hear: “And who is the challenger facing my daughter today?” Kelvin, looking slightly uneasy, answered in a restrained tone, “It’s Ella… the daughter of the Southern Werewolf General.” Amanda’s father let out a mocking laugh. “How utterly blind. She dares to compete with my daughter? What a joke.” One of the elders scoffed, “Who is this so-called Southern Werewolf General? That old wolf who used to win battles but disappeared the moment our Alpha rose to power? Coward.”