Morgana Trollhunters Novels & Stories

Morgana shrugged, “Or maybe she can. She is the Ever Moon Pack’s Alpha’s sister slash Gamma. The Rogue King is her former subordinate. She has hundreds of thousands of soldiers at her command. She can very well tell those two guys to fuck off if she likes.” Aurora rolled her eyes, “Yeah...Tell them to fuck off and start a world war? I don’t think so.” The three of them were lying on lounge chairs on the balcony, enjoying the warm afternoon sun with glasses of iced tea by their hands, while the maids painted their toenails. Morgana just came back from a 3-day trip with Kaelan. Kaelan had shown her the place where he grew up. Rivena was a little skeptical of Morgana when Aurora first introduce

“Good. Now that we’ve gotten this over with, let’s go claim that heart, shall we?” I followed them, rage still smoldering under my skin like embers waiting for a spark. “Hurry up, children,” Morgan’s voice pierced my thoughts. “The cliff isn’t far now. I’ve always had a hunch that old bastard was hiding here.” Her voice carried no urgency, no hatred—just a strange satisfaction as if she were about to meet an old friend, not someone she planned to kill. Confusion twisted in my gut. If she already had me—what she wanted most—then why was she still hunting for the sacred items? How did she even know about them? It didn’t make sense.

"It's a trap." I held my fists. "I don't care." I charged forward, my dagger slicing through the first foe. The battle began. Alven and Xander flanked me, dispatching enemies as swiftly as they are coming out. But there seemed to be no end. The shadows kept coming, sorounding us, suffocating us. Morgana stood back, watching. She was biding her time. Waiting for me to come. I fought with everything I had. Each blow was fueled by fury, fear, and the need to reclaim what she had stolen from me.

"I am M-" "Morgana Araton, and you are fucking incredible."

"We received word that Malachai might have joined up with another faction of hunters. A more dangerous, more violent, and more ruthless one - if that's even possible." We all fall silent after that, sharing uneasy glances with each other. Malakar is the first to speak again. This time, directing his question at Morgana. "Lucian says that he picked up on another scent while you were in town - another wolf. Did you smell anything?" Morgana looks surprised, and a little confused. She slowly shakes her head. "I didn't catch anything, Mal. I'm sorry." "Yea, I didn't pick up on anything either." Sarah chimes in.

He wore the gray leathers of the Wolf Council's special forces and carried a silver sword that hummed with magic. "Thelma, daughter of James and Catherine." His voice was rough, emotionless. "You're under arrest by order of the Wolf Council. Surrender yourself for execution." "Execution?" Theo stepped forward. "Who the hell are you?" "Kael Storm. Witch hunter." His cold eyes never left me. "I've been tracking Morgana for five years. When the Oracle's cave lit up with dark magic last night, I knew she'd made her move. And when I arrived to find you," he pointed his sword at me, "wearing her corruption like a second skin, I knew what had to be done."

"We'll find her. And when we do, we'll make sure she never threatens our people again." With their resolve strengthened Marinetta and Harley set out with a team of trusted allies to track down Morgana. They knew the journey would be perilous, but they were prepared to face whatever dangers lay ahead. --- In the depths of the Dark Woods, Morgana was preparing for the final ritual. She had everything she needed, except for the blood of the werewolf leaders. As she chanted ancient spells and gathered her ingredients, she sensed a disturbance in the air. "They're coming," she murmured, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "Let them come. They will find only death."

“You have no other clothes apart from that Tirajan robe and sword on the wall. The bed only got warm after we lay on it. I don’t see any old torches lying around, and you’ve barely used the ones lit on the wall. You say you’re a Tirajan maid, but I’ve never seen you in the palace, and I’ve been going there since I could walk. You’re too invincible. Too hidden for a maid... unless you’re a—” It happened in a swift second. In a flash, Morgana was off the bed, grabbing Lilith by the neck as she slammed her against the table. She slipped out a thin hairpin from her braid and pressed it hard against Lilith’s throat — right where her vein pulsed. “Morgana! What are you doing?” I shouted, scramblin

I sat down across from Morgan, rubbing my neck “Frankly, within the packs, The Huntress was a myth. Outside of when Hector ran into her group on a mission. But she never trained with the group and we were so busy with the rogue attacks, that I never saw her fight them with my own eyes. Only ever the aftermath.” “I wonder if she does come back if she would destroy the High Council or the Bloodhunter Coven. Or both.” Morgan mused. “Would you help her destroy them?” “Thats a stupid question Logan.” I shrugged. “Is it though? You’ve stayed neutral mostly throughout your career and while your distaste of the High Council has been noted, you still haven’t outwardly done anything to them.” Morgan s

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.