Novelas y relatos de Morgana

She listened as though there was nowhere else in the world she needed to be. No impatience. No disgust. No discomfort. She didn't look at Mayka and see a dying old wolf. She saw him. That was the difference. And suddenly, I understood something about my mate that had nothing to do with medicine. Morgan wasn't going to become a great Queen because she was beautiful. Or because she was intelligent. Or because the Moon Goddess had chosen her for me. She would become a great Queen because when one of her people was suffering, she fucking cared.

We were unstoppable together, our connection giving us strength, our love fueling our fight. But even as we fought, I could feel the dark presence of Morgana drawing closer. The air grew thick with her magic, a heavy, oppressive weight that seemed to suffocate everything in its path. And then, she appeared. Morgana stood at the edge of the battle, her eyes glowing with an eerie, unnatural light. Her hair, once dark and regal, now seemed to shimmer with a dark aura, like an extension of her twisted power. She raised her hand, and the earth trembled beneath our feet.

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.’ ‘

The servant scrambled away. Morgana’s name alone carried weight. Her father had been Zarreth’s closest ally, and she had been Lucian’s shadow since childhood, his best friend, his confidant, and the only one who knew the darkness he carried inside. Lucian trusted her more than anyone alive. The doors swung open. Morgana entered, her long black hair swaying behind her, her presence commanding the room. She had spent her entire life honing her body and blade, becoming a warrior feared and respected by all.

I staggered, caught by Damon. “Morgana?” Mordecai’s face had gone pale. “That’s impossible. She died twenty years ago.” “Who is Morgana?” I demanded. “Your mother’s sister,” Maren said quietly. “Your aunt. She was exiled for forbidden experiments involving bonding wolves against their will. The Council sentenced her to death, but she disappeared before the execution could be carried out.”

She says and starts her maniacal cackling again before exiting my mind. I see Renz calling my name, I can’t hear him, but this time, I’m not scared. This time I’m ready. “Morgana is on her way here. The rogues are a distraction!” His eyes widen and he starts mind-linking everyone, ‘MORGANA IS COMING! THE ROGUES ARE A DISTRACTION. I NEED WARRIORS ON THE BORDERS AND WARRIORS AT THE PACK HOUSE NOW!’ I look at the vial in my hand and pour some of the portion on my palms and on the outside of my hands. If it’s a fight she wants, a fight she will get.

The lake seemed to brush the dirt at the cave's mouth, caverns speckled along the base of a mountain that towered high above them. Water ran beside the pair, painting the afternoon in a refreshing sound of the river’s dance. The sound of a shout caught Elaine’s attention, but it wasn’t what caught her off guard. The world suddenly shifted as a beast burst from the cavern. She didn’t have time to blink, let alone grab her sword, when the monster pinned her to the ground. The air left Elaine’s lungs in a huff, pain coursing through her body. Andrew had already drawn his sword, lunging to strike the creature that now held her captive. The blade neared the animal's scales, his face holding a gaz

She’s talking about our children. “Where are they?” Alistair demands, and his voice has gone flat and deadly in the way it does right before he kills someone. Morgana pulls a crystal from her robes and holds it up to the light. Inside I can see images like looking through a warped window, and my heart stops because there are our boys, all four of them unconscious and arranged in some kind of circle, and Anna’s newborn daughter is there too, her tiny chest barely rising and falling. “Safe for now,” Morgana says. “Though that will change at moonrise when I drain their life force and use their combined power to make myself immortal

Fatma Mathilda was the pack leader and it meant she was the wolf. Hana was always the caring mother, like an orangutan. Agnes was the cub fox. Abigail was their deer. And Edith was the little pup. Fatma knew she was nothing, but a little scaredy hummingbird. But not anymore. Fatma promised herself that she would be now changed, and that she would slay her battles and save those who need saving like she was before. And like Linda now.

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.