Magolor Without Hood Novels & Stories

"Such a pretty girl. I love dressing you up so much." Meg has magic. After she does her makeup, my dry face is plumped up. My whole face looks like it's shining. My silver hair is neatly combed and finished regally. Today she chooses a black dress for me, saying it's a couple's model with Alvar. Black is Dark Moon Pack's designated color for formal occasions. I look at her, thank her sincerely, "Thank you, Meg. You're such a savior. I don't know what I would have done without you."

It was none other than Morwenna the Krowonian doll. This time, Morwenna had not possessed Hedeon's body. It appeared in its true form—barely half a foot tall, dressed in a faded traditional outfit. Its face was painted with eerie red and white makeup. Though its black eyes held no life, the chill behind them thickened the air. A faint haze of black mist clung to Morwenna's frame, formed from devouring human vitality. With every breath she took, the surrounding air seemed to stiffen.

“That makes sense.” “That’s what I thought too.” She hesitated. “But then I noticed he wasn’t just checking the gate. He was talking to someone.” Jace straightened. “Talking to who?” “I don’t know, sir. The man was covered from head to toe wearing a hood, gloves, the whole thing. I could not see his face.” Mo’s voice lowered slightly. “They did not stay long. Just… exchanged something, maybe? I could not tell. Then the man walked away, and Morgan went back inside.”

"Look at the situation. Since My Lord wants you to stay, there must be a reason. I respect My Lord's orders. Just stay here." With that, he stood up and walked straight toward the basement door. Margot watched Brycen's heartless back, then looked at the Evil Doll slowly floating toward her. She completely broke down, letting out a heart-wrenching scream: "No!" The Evil Doll floated in front of Margot, hovering above her head. Its already chilling glass eyes suddenly lit up with two points of ghostly green light, like two bottomless icy pools, locking onto her pupils.

The weather is also beautiful today, and Alesteria couldn't help but release a small amount of her mana into the air, almost as if she were shaving a surface of her strength. That, however, came to a halt due to the door opening. They all turned their head towards the door to see who came in, not hearing the announcement, and was surprised to see an unexpected guest. "D-Duke Lidloch!" Morgaine smiled at Bella as she walked into the room, her dark olive-colored dress hugged her figure perfectly. It is a basic patterned dress made of satin cloth; the top was a deeper hue than the skirt, with a design near the hips dividing them.

, Marcellus stated, he didn't want to think about it much cause he was already feeling annoyed, Morgana placed her hand in husband rubbed it, "let's prepare" Marcellus decided to wear a light blue shirt with dark blue jeans and a brown leather belt. He paired it with his pair of brown leather shoes. Morgana, on the other hand, opted for a white blouse with a light grey blazer and black pants. She decided to let her curly black hair flow freely. She paired her outfit with a pair of black heels that made her feel confident and powerful. She accessorized with simple silver earrings and a watch. The vampires should know what they got coming for them.

The door creaked open with a haunting echo, revealing a dimly lit interior filled with arcane symbols and books of forbidden knowledge. A figure stepped forth from the shadows, their face hidden beneath a hood. Their voice dripped with malice. "You have come far, but your journey ends here. Silverwood's destiny belongs to me." Malachi squared his shoulders, his voice firm. "Reveal yourself, traitor. Your deceit ends now." With a flourish, the figure removed their hood, revealing a face that sent a shiver down my spine. It was someone we had trusted implicitly, someone who had fought alongside us. It was Selene.

She wore an odd outfit of grey sweats, an oversized denim jacket, and thick black socks on her feet. Behind her, a man dressed over a decade out of time met Sigrid’s eyes across the carpark and dragged Morgana back into the stairwell and behind him, taking a defensive stance before her. “Car and go!” He snapped at her. “It’s alright, Toby,” Morgana’s smile was wide as she saw Sigrid. “Hi Sigrid! It’s so good to see you.” “It is very good to see you too, mate of my father,” Sigrid replied solemnly. “Who is this?”

Reed cursed and ran into the woods. “Let’s get you treated,” Morgan said and carried me in his arms, bridal style. “What about them?” “We should stay away from them for now. Lacunae magicae.” As soon as the words left his lips, the wind blew against us and we found ourselves in Mama Owen’s greenhouse. The plants stirred awake at the disturbance. Morgan picked the healing potion already made by Mama Owen and grabbed a chocolate bar. “Open up,” he ordered. “It will hurt.”