Morgana Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

I began, my voice measured, controlled, “from a trusted source.” I paused, letting that sink in. “The nightmare…” I continued slowly, “the monster that has tormented this kingdom for years… the most feared black magician whose name is whispered in fear across every pack and kingdom…” A few people shifted in anticipation. Someone even swallowed audibly. “Morgana…” You could feel it. The name alone was enough to change the air. “…is not a woman.” That did it. Gasps. Sharp, disbelieving murmurs. Chairs scraping as people leaned forward muttering all at once.

What would have been day 24 of the Games KELLEN “The witch is called Morgan. She is Orion’s daughter, Finnegan’s sister. Supposedly she has been locked up since she was fifteen years old when her gifts became known.” Hunji began explaining what he knew. Mike and Tobias did not seem surprised, though I was sure they were privy to this information. Of course, I had been enslaved here so everything he was saying was new to me.

My wolf was restless beneath my skin, his need to protect our mate making him claw at the edges of my control. I reached the outer edges of the pack’s land, where an old cottage stood, hidden deep in the forest. It belonged to an old seer—one we rarely spoke of. Morgana. She was once an ally of the pack before she was exiled for using magic that went against our laws. They called her a traitor, a danger, a woman who dabbled too much in dark magic. But right now, I didn’t care about the past. If she had knowledge of fate and magic, then I had to seek her out.

Debris filled the whole place and a leak formed puddles on the floor. Morgan walked to a rusty old door. She knocked, feeling tired. - What's your name? Someone asked from inside. - Morgana. A small window in the door opened, revealing two pairs of disdainful blue eyes. Then the window closed and the door opened. Morgana entered, saying nothing to the man who opened the door for her. She knew Ian well and they did not get along well.

A rough growling voice says. I turn to see a woman. She is thin and short. Her hair is long, and her face is covered. "That is right. I am only 17," I answer. She moves closer. "Well, don't get drunk in my place and cause me to lose my liquor license," she says, laughing. I am not sure the supernatural has a liquor license or if anyone can get here that isn't special in some way. I nod while she laughs. "I am Umbra," she says. She moves closer, and I can see her hair is white with small pieces of copper. She was once a redhead, like me.

to brethe through the anger and pulled away from him but as I escaped his grasp Duke grabbed my other wrist taking advantage of me being distracted and focused on Flint. He had stood up from the table at some point and was behind me. "Let go." I growled trying to pull away again. "My friend asked you a question you filthy rouge." Duke snarled looking down at me. I felt my anger build and my vision began to turn red. "You both know I work here, stop trying to show off for your new friends and let the fuck go of me." The words seemed to hiss from my lips. "Your boy isn't here to save you this time you disrespectful little bitch." Duke stepped closer and suddenly a surge of energy seem to come

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"