Magolor Without Hood Novels & Stories

He was clad in a black robe and brandished a blood-drenched sword. “Mor…Morgot…”Hyacinth stuttered, her delicate body trembling in fear. “You’ve really returned!” Morgott twirled his spear and turned to them with a menacing smile.

By the time he was finished with Shadow and Bella, no one would be left with any doubts about his prowess as he claimed the Alpha's title for himself. When the first bodies dropped from the skies, Santos didn't know what to think. Then the screaming started, as the dust settled and a line of vampires stood trapped in a wall of ice. A challenging bellow announced the arrival of the dragons and as his Army scrambled to defend themselves, a hooded figure dropped to the ground, holding a sword in each hand. "Well, come on, we don't have all night," A feminine voice drawled as Morgana removed her hood, her eyes blazing red with bloodlust, and she smiled seductively at the Army beginning to surrou

The white-haired woman pulled a contraption from her robes, like the bridle of a horse. “What is that?” I recoiled. The mage with the melodious voice stepped forward and grabbed my face by the jaw, holding me still. I tried to pull away. The contraption had a metal bar with sharp looking spikes and a framework of leather straps. “Hold her,” the woman ordered the men as I screamed and struggled against them. The half-ogre roared in response, and for a moment, fought his way free of his guards. “Ianaceo,” she growled out at the ogre with the bitter bite of magic, and the ogre fell flat onto the floor, though he continued to growl and groan, he could not move. “Don’t make me do the same to you,

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.

I asked Gabriel, "Yes he is, Mage are very stuck in their ways Scarlette and that is their greatest downfall, now we have the bastard." We continue to watch the footage in the hopes that we will see the Mage's face, but we don't they sit there with their hood covering their face the whole time, even when they take a swig of their beer, we see a sharp chin, light of complexion but that is it, no beard shadow and Gabe says that is normal for no facial hairs so we don't even know the gender because the cloak is hiding the figure and the hands are in fucking gloves! This is so frustrating.

I scanned the place. I am sure. This is the place where I dropped off Magda last time. I can't be wrong. I spoke in the back of my mind. I wonder why Bel is the one who was here. Just in case Bel and Magda are the same people—No! No! It's impossible. I protested. If you take a look, Bel has a sun-kissed skin tone while Magda is fair. Bel has shoulder-length hair while Magda is long. The woman who's with me now is tall, while Magda just has an average height.

​Suddenly, a foul, freezing wind swept through the Great Hall. ​Morgana appeared at the top of the gallery stairs, her eyes completely black as she chanted a dark, suffocating binding spell. She threw her hands forward, sending a visual wave of murky, purple dark magic straight at the white wolf's head, hoping to snap the leash back onto Elara’s mind. ​The magic hit Elara dead-on.

Morgana. Her gown is a deep, living scarlet, cinched at the waist with a cord of black leather, and a blood-colored stone resting at her throat. Her eyes gleam like embers when they meet ours. It’s startling to see her as herself—no mask, no borrowed face of Talisa to shield behind. Just Morgana. Smiling in a sinister way. She stands before one of the cells, her gaze fixed on its interior, arms folded neatly. Her satisfaction unsettles me.

“Charlie! Hurry!” I push forward, each step agony. I can see the door—see outside—but my body refuses to move faster. The Riding Hoods aren’t chasing us, just standing guard at the bottom. Why aren’t they following? Then, I hear her. “Did you really think you could get away?” Morgana’s voice slithers up the stairwell, sickly sweet and smug. Terror spikes through me. I look down. She’s floating. Wind whips around her, her clothes billowing unnaturally. Her arms stretch outward, and she begins to rise.

Margot smiled and responded evasively, "Why can't long-married couples go on a honeymoon? I wasn't aware there was such a rule." Margot sat next to Luna and took off her coat. After that , she brushed back her wavy long hair. It was winter now and extremely cold outside. So, she wore extra layers when she came over. Luna noticed that when Margot took off her coat, her slender, fair legs were revealed. Coupled with the fact that she was wearing black Martin boots, her legs appeared noticeably elongated even though she wasn't very tall. To top it off, she was wearing a cropped white sweater with a short skirt. If anything, she looked just like a university student. Especially since her makeup