Novel & Cerita Morgana Harry Potter

He raised his hand and a woman stepped out from behind him, she wore dark robes and her eyes were completely black. It was pretty obvious that she is a witch. "This is Morgana," Ronan said. "She has a special gift." He said and took about a moment to laugh. His face suddenly went cold and he said, facing the woman "Show them" The witch raised her hands and began chanting. Her voice was low and strange and the words made my skin crawl. Then I felt it. My power started to fade and the warmth in my chest grew cold. The silver glow in my eyes immediately also dimmed.

“I don’t know anyone named Morgana. I know her as V.” “What does she look like?” “She uses disguises. Sometimes she’s tall and blonde, sometimes she’s short, curvy and African American. Its changed each time I’ve been near her, but she smells the same. A strange burning metallic overlayed with a mustiness, like mold. But she tries to cover it with perfume. Her voice hasn’t changed either, but I know she can do that too.” I nod, not surprised by his information. “Who is he planning on attacking next?”

As soon as they stepped through the door Morgana was back in the bedroom and she let out a soft moan and then rubbed her temples, Alexis handed her the glass of water and two Advil she had left with him. ‘Are you okay Morgana? What did you discover?’ He was impatient to know but she hesitated, ‘Alpha the Luna is very special.’ His growl rumbled through the entire Pack House and she sighed, ‘Her mother was a witch.’ Morgana stated and he stepped back, ‘That’s impossible, if she was a witch why didn’t she save herself? There is no way she should have died so soon after the birth if she had magic.’ ‘She had no choice.’

I need to get out of this house before the walls crush me. I need Morgana. She is a half-witch. If anyone knows how to trace the magical signature on those blackmail letters, or how to cast a cloaking spell over me until I figure out my next move, it’s her. She has always been my anchor in the treacherous waters of supernatural high society.

"This is not my true form. This is not my proper realm of existence. What the hell am I doing in the land of the living, trapped within this innocent girl's mortal body?" Morgana looks genuinely confused by this line of questioning, as if Serena's reaction is not what she had expected or prepared for. She opens her mouth to say something in her defense, but absolutely nothing coherent comes out of her throat. Instead, she chuckles nervously and begins scratching at her neck, a gesture that betrays her growing anxiety and discomfort.

His aura pressed heavy on the walls, dark and dangerous, but Morgana acted like she was discussing the weather. “She’s the only one capable of retrieving what we need,” Morgana said finally, her tone maddeningly calm. “The only one?” Dax scoffed, stepping closer, eyes glowing red. “You sent her into the Abyssal Bloom Forest! Even some elites don’t go there without backup, and you send her, that fragile chaos you claim to be studying? You’ve lost it.” I clenched my fists. “You know as well as I do that place eats power. Even some of the high elites wouldn’t last a day. What’s she supposed to do with two half-trained students and a baby dragon?”

TOBIAS I still remembered the day we met her. The witch. Her name was Morgana Blackthorne, and she was unlike any other. Morgana Blackthorne was feared by many, but she was no monster. No twisted, evil creature waiting to cause harm. There were whispers about her, of course—talk of curses, dark spells, and prices too steep to pay. Some said she could call upon shadows themselves, that she could see the future in the embers of a dying fire. Others claimed she was immortal, an ancient being who had walked the earth long before the first packs had even formed.

He asked, turning sharply at me. I blinked, staring at him. Doe eyed. I could not tell him the person I'd seen was Morgana. She was the strongest breed of the century, the youngest person to connect to the one power and the daughter of the chief of the pack clan, the second most powerful clan in the four kingdoms. Accusing such a person of practicing black magic— a practice forbidden in the four kingdoms could be considered treason. So weighing the odds, I did what I had just learnt how to do best.

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—”

Eventually we turned to dark magic. Morgana was raised in a Mother worshiping coven, though she was currently part of a Crone coven. It’s why she knew how to do fertility potions, but also knew dark magic spells. Honestly, until she mentioned that, I had never looked at the rest of her site. There were a lot of white magic spells: protection spells, good luck potions, and powders to rid your garden of gnomes. But at the bottom of the site, there were examples of the darker side of magic: spells to conjure the spirits of the dead, hexes, and blood magic.