Morgana Harry Potter Novels & Stories

It was… "Damien!" She yelled, running towards me. Jake had a confused look on his face, as he tried to reach her, but couldn't. Finally, the woman came to me, on her knees as she tried to shake me. "Damien! Damien!" It was my loving future wife, Charlotte. Now that I think of it, Seeing her blurry vision… sorta reminds me of the cute little kitten like child, who reminds me of an angel I met at my home when I was just a little kiddo. Wait… angel? Don't tell me?

Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today. Seven, the ever-observant second-in-command, nodded in my direction as I approached. Seleira stood beside him, her arms crossed, eyes scanning the group with her usual sharp focus. I took a deep breath and started stretching, doing my best to avoid eye contact with Zayn. The last thing I needed was another pointless exchange with him. "Oh, the princess is back." I caught whispers from my side. They were trying to keep it low, but did they forget we had supersonic hearing? Or were they just stupid?

It was Morgana, her ethereal figure flickering but no less menacing. “You’ve delayed me long enough,” she said, her voice a venomous hiss. “The anchors, the Nexus, this realm—they all belong to me.” Valen stepped forward, his staff glowing with arcane energy. “You’re nothing but a shadow, Morgana. You can’t stop us.” Morgana’s laughter filled the cavern, cold and mocking. “A shadow? Perhaps. But even a shadow can consume the brightest light.” She raised a hand, and the shelves around the vault began to collapse, their contents bursting into dark flames.

"Is it the show you don't like, Red? Or does it have something to do with you being associated with a murderous king?" ~*~ ~Malik~ She was the feisty, remarkable Luna Kael had mentioned a few weeks ago. Soren has also said one or two things about her in the days he had hacked into the werewolves' website. She was quite popular in the werewolf world, which explained her need to conceal her identity. But I had known she was of noble blood from the moment I took her hand that morning. Even though I have found out exactly who she was, something about her still intrigued me. I still felt like there was something she was hiding, something I still wanted to uncover.

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

Just present. "Lucian mentioned children," I finally say. "Silas and Morgana." "I know. I've found references." "Tell me." She pulls out a small notebook. "Silas is younger. Silver hair like his father. Powerful but more human than Lucian ever was." "And Morgana?" "The Violet Daughter. Legend in dark magic circles." Sage flips a page. "She disappeared a century ago. Everyone assumed dead." "But if she's alive and learns her father died..." "She'll come for revenge."

A small portal appeared before our eyes. Morgana stepped inside, her dark energy following behind till the portal closed.

Unless they wish to die a similar death or become so weakened, emotionally and physically, that death seems like a gift. How do I break this cycle? Do I have anyone left to support my cause other than Alistair and perhaps... Elara? Morgana was more than just a tool; she was a formidable ally, a master of blood magic, and a woman whose insights guided my hand in the shadowy dealings of court politics. Her demise isn't just a loss; it's a strategic setback, a gap in the fortress I have painstakingly built around my rule. But I didn’t believe she’d let herself be caught so easily. It seemed unlike her—the fear in her red eyes, the helpless screams. Was there nothing she could’ve done to protect

' I thought as I flipped the pages over and over In search of a spell that could at least help Lisa regain her strength but there was nothing like that! "Dang! Why can't I find the spell?" I was getting pissed off and frustrated right now. Gritting my teeth, I summoned. "Morgana!" Immediately, a green scaly witch appeared by the side of the bed. She had dark long hair, green slithering eyes, gnarled and twisted fingers with lengthy poisonous nails that could kill if stabbed into ones chest and mixed with their blood. She had her head bowed down before me. "You called for me, master," She said meekly but I didn't even notice the tone of her voice as I demanded with furious eyes, tossing the u