Morgana Novels & Stories

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

I question and he sighs leaning against the wall. “Because Morgana is a fighter. From the first day I saw her, she had that gleam in her eyes. That determination. She knew what she wanted and she was ready to stop at nothing to get it. We all made life miserable for her but look at her now. She is literally glowing and is now stronger than all of us combined. I know she’ll wake up because not only is she a fighter but she’s also a lover. And she loved you. She’ll die before she lets you face Warren and the vampires by yourself.”

“I don’t mind.” “Morgana is a lovely name. Of course, it immediately brings to mind Fata Morgana, or Morgan Le Fay, Morgan the Fairy,” Sigrid replied using the pestle and mortar to crush herbs into the rock salt she had located. “Many people connect Morgan Le Fay to the Morrigan through the goddess Modron, of course, the Divine Mother. Many of the tales of both echo each other and so it occurs to me that our mother is given a different face and name by each person that worships her, none truly knowing her real name. So, Morgana is a wonderful name, don’t you think?”

MORGANA FOSTER Morgana: Sorya, we need to talk. Morgana: Please answer me as soon as possible, I need some answers! Sorya hasn't answered me. I'm unhappy and slightly irritated. Everything these days is getting on my nerves. It must be my damn fertile period approaching again.

“They are the portals by which the gods touch this world and direct us as to their will. I believe that Morgana isn’t just any ordinary emissary, whose role is simply to continue the genetic lineage, but Morgana is The Emissary of the mother goddess, the moon goddess, the Morrigan, mother of war, fate, and fertility, of wolves and ravens, shapeshifter, and escort of the dead.” “Look around you,” Aaron said with fervency. “We are in a time of war, between the supernatural and humankind, with werewolves and f-king zombies. And she’s pregnant again,” he gestured to Aislen triumphantly. “She was born in the year of the Griffin, maid

She mumbled words that could cause the enemies to kneel, burn, and experience tingling pain in their bodies as Emily exerted control over her power over them. Emily’s body was glowing, transforming into a moon goddess, wearing a white dress and a jeweled star on her forehead. “Morsus...” (Pain) “Combustum...” (Burn) “Interficio...” (Kill) Emily was saying those words, and slowly, the grunts and roars of the hunters and rouges were subsiding. Her eyes darted at the King and Queen of Rouges. Her eyes were dangerous and made her shudder.

"You fools think you can defeat me? How amusing!" She raised her staff, summoning dark shadows to shield her from the oncoming assault. Luna's radiant energy collided with the shadows, creating a mesmerizing display of light and darkness. Sparks flew, illuminating the night sky, but Morgana held her ground. Amelia, Luna's loyal companion and fellow warrior, joined the battle, her blades glinting with an ethereal glow. With swift and calculated movements, she lunged at Morgana, slashing through the shadows with her deadly precision.

Simon's alleged mate; Morgana. I wondered where she had come from . "Help!." I cried pushing my hands out to both of them . They both laughed. It dawned on me, Amelia had tricked me. Morgana belonged to the winter light pack. They controlled the weather , as well as snow . They all had white hairs like Morgana's. The fragile ice was no accident. Morgana had placed me here intentionally. Lifting her two fingers, she whispered something inaudible into her hands and pointed them at the freezing water. The water grew three times chillier than it already was. "Please!."

Zayn asked, arms crossed and a wry smile. “He’ll find me, don’t doubt that!" Morgana said with little hope. Zayn uncrossed his arms, got closer to her. Grabbing her wrist, he made her tremble with his touch, as if multiple volts went through her body. Staring into her eyes, he realized she felt it too. Morgana raised her head, tilting her nose. “If you try anything with me, anything at all, I’ll kill you!" “I don’t doubt it. Although the pin isn’t big, my arm hurts a lot. Come with me, let’s talk."

Even in the heart of battle, she held an air of regal grace, a testament to her royal lineage. Morgana, a stark contrast, was a wild tempest of a woman. Her fiery red hair whipped around her in the gusty sea breeze, matching her bloodthirsty tendencies. Her eyes, burning with a craze not of this world, flickered with anticipation as she gripped her jagged blade. With a sharp cry, Morgana lunged at Amelia, her blade slicing through the air with deadly intent. Amelia parried the blow with a swift motion, her cutlass ringing against Morgana's blade. Their swords clashed, sparks flying as steel met st