Morgiana Magi Novels & Stories

My hands are shaking. “What… what was that thing?” Lena pants. The crimson-eyed man steps forward. “Her name is Morgana. She was once a moon goddess. Twisted by greed. She wanted the Moon Goddess’s power… and when Selene refused her, she cursed us all.” I blink at him. “She cursed… me?” He nods. “And me. We were both picked by the moon. And she hated that.” Xander steps between us, still growling. “How do we stop her?”

Donald is off his horse immediately, his hands already glowing with diagnostic magic, and the look that crosses his face when he examines me makes my stomach drop even though I’m already lying down. “It’s Morgana,” he says, and his voice has that tight quality that means he’s working very hard to stay calm. “She’s connected to Mabel through the silver wolf bloodline, she’s pulling power directly from her to fuel the ritual preparations now that the counter-spell disrupted her original plan.” “Can you stop it?” Alistair demands.

"It's a name whispered in nightmares. A being without form or end. It was said to predate the gods. A creature of chaos that feeds on life and magic. It shouldn't exist anymore." "Then what does this have to do with the curse?" Dorian asked. Seraphina flipped to the next page and froze. A drawing. Faint, delicate an ink sketch of a circle of witches. Thirteen of them, hands joined, standing around a massive sigil burning into the earth. At the center a shape. Not a creature, but a shadow. Bound in chains of light. And at the head of the circle, her face unmistakable even in ancient ink- Morgana.

I need to get out of this house before the walls crush me. I need Morgana. She is a half-witch. If anyone knows how to trace the magical signature on those blackmail letters, or how to cast a cloaking spell over me until I figure out my next move, it’s her. She has always been my anchor in the treacherous waters of supernatural high society.

"But please, call me Serra now." He nods before ushering me to the other mages who hold the fort while I am gone. Mage Thorne, Mage Isadora, and Mage Marcus. "It's an honor to finally meet you in person," Mage Isadora says. She is a new face. "I am excited to start working with the legendary mage." "The pleasure is mine," I reply, ignoring how she called me a 'legendary mage'. Mage Thorne is quiet though, only watching me intently. I remember him as one of the mages who arrived at the palace at the same time as I did.

Only the witches and humans are the only natural creatures on this earth and we are the only ones who deserve to be here. I have this understanding and I have fully grasped the might of the magic my mother lent me and this is advantage I have over Morgana. She is tough and physically immune but that is where her might ends. She has no idea what to do with the magic she has inside. At least those are my assumptions.

he asked in quick succession. “Hold on, one thing at a time. You probably can’t move because your body lost so much blood, I had to bind you to keep you still so I could transfuse you with some of mine,” she said showing a thin magical stream of red blood flowing over to a place on himself Rex couldn’t see,” Two, I don’t know exactly where we are. Three, I have a feeling we may be somewhere unfamiliar to me inside of the spirit realm, which means magic is given to mages called ‘sho’cendi’ which is granted from a familiar you must find and bond with, that could explain your lack of use with magic, and about Fafnir being gone, I don’t know.” “How long until you’re done?”

For me, that dream was vivid enough to be true. The audience gallery was more or less packed. I could see the shimmering wards spanning the whole gallery to protect everyone from a mage’s power. A voice crackled through the mic. Moran’s voice. My gaze shifted to where he stood behind a long table, presided over by several, no doubt imminent people. Among them were that man whose name I didn’t want to take, my mother, Elias and another woman and man. Judging by the man’s black hair and icy blue eyes and the woman’s sharp features, they were probably the former king and queen. My gaze shifted to my mom and Elias. Neither of them spared any glance at me. Another table was there, a little far f

me if he found out I was messing with dark matter,not a day goes by he doesn't speak about the dangers of dark magic and the consequences, saying there was no bright side but he was wrong and I know it,sometimes I wished I could show him maybe he would let me attend class and training sessions but sadly she couldn't fear of what the outcome will be. Grandpa had taken care of me all my life. I never knew my biological parents and had little to no knowledge about my childhood. All my memories were made in Boki's temple built on a small island, where young wolves learned how to harness and control positive energy. I had hardly been outside the temple so when I found the book it was too tempting

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