Novelas y relatos de Morgana

My vision was clearer, my hearing more acute, and I could smell the metallic scent of blood in the air. Savannah and I lunged into the fray. I targeted a rogue who was about to pounce on one of our pack members. With a swift movement, I sank my teeth into its hind leg, pulling it back and away. The rogue snarled and tried to twist free, but I tightened my grip, using my weight to pin it down. More rogues appeared, but we were relentless. I leaped at another, slashing with my claws and knocking it to the ground. The rogue struggled, but a quick bite to the throat ended the fight.

"You possess more strength than I anticipated Young woman." I gasped, jolting in response. The woman from earlier was here. She came from the shadows, her long cloak seamlessly blending into the darkness like it was darkness itself. Her eyes shown a fiery red, reminiscent of embers in the night. There was an unsettling aura about her she was more than just powerful; she was something entirely different from others,she reek if magic. I willed myself to breathe. "Who are you?" A slow, deliberate smile spread across her face. "I am Morgana."

I snap, Denu and Emerald exchange a look before my sister sighs and goes to sit down. “Ok, maybe I should have told you before, but I didn't want to hurt Diona if it was nothing” I frown at her, she continues. “Have you met Morgana yet?” She asks, why would I have met this Morgana woman? I mean she hates her. Clearly noticing my confusion. “Amphion, she is the double of Diona, only difference is she has dark hair and dark eyes, but apart from that they could be twins” Denu says, lingering on the word twin.

"A being of pure dark magic. No body. No weaknesses. Just power and hunger and the need to consume everything." Morgana's body exploded into black smoke. And when it reformed, it wasn't human anymore. It was massive—maybe twenty feet tall. Made entirely of shadows and darkness and those horrible black eyes. "Oh fuck," Dante breathed. "Yeah," I agreed. "That about sums it up." The Void that used to be Morgana opened its mouth and roared, the sound so loud it shook the ground. Then it attacked.

She whisphered, smiling like a maniac. " Oh... If it can be stolen, it simply means it wasn't yours in the first place..." The Alpha King, seemingly oblivious to the tension, smiled at our interaction. Morgana downed her glass of wine before going back to her seat, her eyes burning through Damon. The Alpha King continued to speak after Morgana sat down, gesturing toward her. But the words were obviously meant as an introduction to me. “Morgana comes from a long line of healers and sorcerers. Her knowledge will be… beneficial to the pack.”

"I understand the risks, but I believe it's the right path for our tribe. We must make this decision collectively, and I'm ready to face whatever consequences come our way." Morgana's sudden appearance sent a shockwave through the group. She materialized out of thin air, her eyes blazing with anger. Before anyone could react, she had Karen by the throat, lifting her slightly off the ground. Her voice was cold and filled with malice as she spoke to Karen.

Dragons flew overhead reigning fire down upon the other flying creatures, and Raeann couldn’t tell who was on whose side. A bright flash in the air captured her attention and winging their way straight into battle were three magnificent white dragons. A woman rode on the back of one, and she jumped from a great height landing effortlessly on the ground before she shook off her hood and proudly gazed around. Her beauty stunned wizards, werewolves, and demons alike, and she used this to cut ruthlessly through her enemy before they knew what was happening. There was something hypnotizing in the lethal way she moved, faster than a wolf, stronger than a witch, and with a start, Raeann realized sh

She didn’t plan on putting on anything overly elaborate to seek out Rok. As she washed herself using a bowl of warm water and lightly scented floral soap, she thought about who would be next in line for the throne if Eru married Hextan and the dragon killed Nya. It would be their cousin, who was currently only thirteen years old. His name was Sten. He was her father’s sister’s son. He was a bright boy, strong and handsome. He would probably make a better king than Nya would a queen, she thought.

And as Morrigan walks near Frey the air in the room suddenly turned cold. Morrigan stood in front of Frey at a safe distance, pulled the ribbon that is tying her hair, and let the braids unravel themselves, letting her hair fall like water finally able to come back the stream to live. Frey shivered as a cold breeze touches her skin as she take a better look at the young lady standing tall in front of her. Her back is straight, her elbows folded in perfection as she plays with the ring on her thumb as her hands rest in the middle of her torso. Morrigan gave her a soft smile. "You are right. I am from Hymir, and that I am from a powerful family. My family's name could be heard everywhere in ou

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h