Morgiana Magi Novels & Stories

Twelve warriors, Kael beside me, Marcus on my other side, Reyna behind with her hand on her weapon. The woman standing at the territory’s edge was not what I’d built in my imagination. I’d been imagining Vivian — that precise, managed quality, the clinical distance. Same generation, same training, the same twenty years of building toward something. Morgana was nothing like Vivian. She was older, that was visible — mid-sixties, perhaps, with white hair that hadn’t been managed toward youth and silver-gray eyes that held the accumulated experience of someone who had seen a great many things and had stopped being surprised by most of them. Tall, elegant in the way of someone whose bearing was a

"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."

"As soon as we can awaken your mage blood, then your training will not be that hard for you since you were a trained fighter who had been through a lot." "Awaken my mage blood?" Lanver was confused. He didn't know if he could ever be accustomed to the terms used in this world. "Yes. Right now we can only feel your presence as a human. Princess Anna must have sealed it to hide you. However, your blood as a mage must be so strong that it could resist Princess Anna's spell, that's why there were times, as you've noticed, when something weird were happening to you." "Why would you know what was happening to me back there?"

Farid and his other brother had plotted to kill Hunji when he was younger, in turn, Hunji ended up killing Farid when he was on his quest to find Morgan and she was taken by Farid. “There is one thing I told Queen Lamia,” Morgan interrupts, “It’s not so much a vision but a feeling.” I waited to hear what Morgan had to say as she was smart, had total recall of anything she read, and seemed to be a very powerful witch who hadn’t even scratched the surface of what she could potentially do.

She's a narcissist. "Of course not, mother. Why would I cry because of such a silly thing, in which I'll have anyway?" I asked, smiling at her. Ophelia Maine was just a child that yearned for affection and attention due to her parent's neglect. The very moment she became the queen of the stage, all her dreams came through like a fairy tale. So I guess, it's pretty normal why she became like that.

I yanked it out with shaking hands, looking at the darkened blade. Poison… A menacing growl ripped through the air as I saw Kian stumble. No… the mate bond connected us. He was feeling my pain… Through stinging eyes, I looked around, seeing only two fae remained. I am Morgana, Queen of Clair De Lune and the King’s mate, and I will NEVER give up.

Rita The library’s towering shelves cast long shadows as Rita and Derek walked side by side, their conversation a careful dance of half-truths. "Mugwort enhances dream magic," Derek said, fingers trailing along a dusty spine. "But it’s the timing of the harvest that most witches overlook." Rita nodded absently. "Gogo always picks it under a waxing moon." "Smart woman." Derek shot her a sidelong glance. "You seem better today." "I am."

Shadows twisted and writhed, manifesting into ethereal beings that lunged toward us, their eyes gleaming with malice. In the midst of the chaos, a figure emerged—a figure that possessed an uncanny resemblance to Isabella, but with a chilling aura of darkness that set her apart. She revealed herself to be Morgana, an ancient witch who had vowed to protect the secrets of the tapestry at any cost. "You thought you could uncover the truth and escape unscathed?" Morgana sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "You underestimate the power of the past. I will ensure that the sins committed by our ancestors haunt you for eternity."

said Akisha, and the king nodded. "So Miss Scott, which royal family are you from?" asked the king, which made Akisha frown. "Pardon me, your majesty, but I am not from any royal family. I am just an ordinary Magi who is an illusionist," Akisha stated, causing the king and queen's brows to furrow.

They did not possess magic. Looking back at Morgana, the truth clicked into place. The silver-haired woman smiled, her eyes glowing with an unnatural, sickly purple light. She was not just a warrior. She was something far more dangerous. What the fuck! The game had just changed.