Magolor Without Hood Novels & Stories

His steps are sure, his body rigid, as he moves into a clearing, and the fogs rolls out, revealing six witches in dark cloaks, their hoods shadowing their faces. All but one. “It’s not often we have the honor of hosting a king in our coven,” Morgathra says as she bows low, her black cloak picking up dirt and leaves as she rises. She has raven black hair so straight and thin it’s easily picked up by the lightest of breezes that snakes through the forest all around her. Her eyes are dark and glassy–a very dark shade of green, I realize. She’s odd looking. She seems so young–her voice is so lifted and lightly seductive when she speaks, when she greets my father with another dramatic bow, that I

Not from this pack. Behind them, a ripple in the air formed. And then she appeared. Morgana. The witch. She stepped forward, barefoot on the concrete, her long midnight cloak fluttering behind her. Her hair was silver and black like spider silk, her face pale, her eyes glowing with an unnatural gold hue that pulsed like coals. “P-please,” I managed, my voice shaking. “I don’t want this anymore. I don’t know what you did to me, but I—I can feel myself again. I can hear myself. Please—stop—”

The hooded figure reached out, its hand a dark blur… And Morgana’s world went black.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

The noise seemed to stop for a moment and then with one loud, Morag broke through the barrier Shadow Abyss, destroying the last travel of guardian energy. He stands directly in front of Helixia, an evil smile spreads across his face. "It's good to finally meet you, the chosen one," Morag. Helixia's shock turns to a desperate question. "How can you look exactly like my father?"

Mortis called out thrusting what looked like a regular stick over the shoulders of the hounds. "OW!" Poking a man in the eye, not poking it out, not even really hurting him honestly. "Who the fuck does tha EAAGH!" POP! Though it looked no different than a tree branch he had found in the woods, hell it probably was a tree branch he found in the woods and took a shine to. Mortis himself was master at manipulating magic unlike any man walking this earth, human or other. With the little love tap to the eye he funneled enough magic through the tip that the Vampire's body was overwhelmed forcing his head to explode. While The Hounds weren't against receiving assistance, they were far from apprecia

POV: Morga (The Raven Queen) "Then let us make the choice for you, child of the moon." The voice was cold, ancient, and carried the scent of hemlock and dried rose petals. From the shadows of the western roots, a group of figures emerged, draped in heavy, feathered cloaks of raven-black. At their head was Morga, her face a mask of iron-hard resolve, her eyes glowing with the sickly green light of the Forbidden Arts. Behind her, the surviving witches of the High Circle moved in a synchronized, haunting rhythm, their hands already weaving a web of silver-and-black energy.

Morgan coughed. "What to do! You can't command me anymore and this helmet doesn't work on me!" She thundered and took off the helmet. She threw it down and crushed it with her leg. She lifted her mother up, over her head, still holding and choking her neck tight. Some zombies went around Celia stretching their arms up to grab unto Mrs. Morgan and feast her since the helmet wasn't on her anymore. Whilst, Mrs. Morgan kept groaning and trying to struggle to leave and breathe well. She was gasping and panting hard.

"I have never seen warriors like these before. They wore black with large four-bladed, round weapons on their back. They carried white demon masks. They aren't from the southern or northern Noterra. That only leaves Auon or..." "Ceva began to explain, but Sidastir finished the sentence before she did. "Huzhidi." "What in the gods' dawn are Huzhidian warriors doing here?" panted Magnus as he had arrived at the scene along with Lamag and Vis. "I have never fought against Huzhidi, so I cannot be of help," muttered Lamag. "I have," blurted Vis, and all stared at him.

The deep and husky voice asked her as magnolia opened her eyes to look at the guy who was at least 2 inches taller than her. "I-i am fine, thank you" magnolia said as the guy nodded, she stared into his grey eyes as she couldn't see any other part of him. He wore a black hoodie, black pants, a black ski mask to cover his face, only his unique grey eyes stood out. Magnolia told herself to stay focus as she continued shopping.