Morgana Trollhunters Novels & Stories

Giving her information came easily to him then, he eavesdrop on the conversation I had with Kale and Hunter about me being pregnant. He told Morgana, who was furious and when he met her again the following day, she was with Sophie and he gave them more information, by the time he finished his tale, it took Hunter and two other warriors to stop Jet from snapping his head right there. "We need him alive Jet" Hunter said when he started to get out of control. "You kill him now and we will never find Morgana again" That calm him down and he struggled out of their word. "Take him to the dungeon and lock him up" Hunter ordered.

Morgana vanished into the same misty void from which she had emerged. Feeling the tension seep out of the air like mist after a rain, I stood alone under the vast, starry expanse. I knew better than to assume Morgana's retreat was a victory; it was merely a regrouping, a momentary pause in her relentless pursuit of power and vengeance. The Pack's realm, a terrain of wild beauty, seemed to hum with a whispered warning, reminding me that the respite could be as fleeting as fog before the sunrise.

“It is part of the reason, yes. But you, Lira, are the key. You are what Malakar fears, what he wants to control. And that is why I am here—to ensure that he never succeeds.” Lira’s mind reeled as she tried to make sense of it all. Morgana had once been a dark witch, aligned with the very forces they were now fighting. She had known Malakar personally and had turned her back on him—sworn vengeance when she saw his true nature. It was almost too much to absorb, yet Lira felt the threads of destiny weaving together in ways she couldn’t

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.

’ She said quietly walking across to the bed and letting out a gasp when she saw who it was, ‘Princess Aurora?’ Her eyes locked onto his, ‘The Hunter Leader's daughter is your mate?’ Alexis sighed and nodded, ‘Yeah, obviously the Moon Goddess enjoys her little jokes.’ Morgana was not laughing though not even smiling as she turned back to Aurora and lifted her hands over her beginning to chant in the ancient language of the Old Ones. The Witch concentrated her eyes closed her body beginning to glow as she reached into Aurora’s mind suddenly without warning she let out a gasp as she was thrown across the room.

I don’t know if he will be able to since he’s bonded with her. I spot her from a distance, dressed in black with a crimson robe, her blonde hair falling down her back in long curls, and I can see the sickly yellow glow of her eyes from where I stand. Morganna sees us approaching, and with a flick of her wrist, a familiar-looking beast appears at her side: one that looks exactly like the beast Caterina summoned on the night she took out Westcott’s vamp lair.

Puppets carved from blood and bone. And at their center… Morganna. She didn’t ride. She glided. Feet never touching the earth, her robes billowing like smoke, her silver crown gleaming like ice. She looked almost human—beautiful, even. But that was the lie. Her power dragged behind her like a corpse. And her eyes—those cruel, gleaming eyes—found me across the battlefield and lit with pleasure. “Well,” she said, her voice somehow both soft and booming. “The little ember returns.”

Morgan drove while I looked carefully at the address Rohan had given to us. "So! Where do we start from?" .... While driving, Morgan asked me... " Oh! They say we need a few things before we go". I turned my head and looked at his face... "What things, don't tell me that we have to kill people?". He said, having his dramatic moments.... If there was one thing Morgan disliked, it has to be hunting down humans and feeding of their blood, but at least, he doesn't have to be able to smell their blood from a mile away and immediately get triggered by the sight of blood..

Making me dangerous. And in the center of the ritual circle, Morgana was laughing. "Look at you!" she called out. "So much power! So much beautiful, terrible power! Do you feel it? Do you feel what you could become if you just stopped fighting?" "I'm not becoming anything except your killer," I said, and I meant it. I raised my hands and silver shields formed around Thorne and what was left of his team, protecting them from the corrupted wolves that were still trying to attack.

Someone to fight for. Scraping of metal caught my attention above me, but not enough to halt my dragon’s thirst. Morgana pulled a red fire from her hands, shaking as she wielded it forward. I only caught it with my hand, rubbing the sphere and turning it back into my white light signature orb.