Morgiana Magi Novels & Stories

And right in the middle of it, her hands raised and glowing with dark magic, was Morgana. She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Older somehow. More tired. But her eyes—her eyes were filled with the kind of madness that came from losing everything and having nothing left to lose. "Well well," she said, and she was smiling like she'd been waiting for us. Like this was all part of her plan. "Right on time. I was starting to think you'd gotten lost." Behind her, I could see movement. More corrupted wolves emerging from the shadows. And something else—something bigger, darker, that made every instinct I had scream danger.

Then she releases it. A strange, overwhelming surge of magical energy erupts from her being like a supernova contained within human form. The blast wave hits the approaching creatures with devastating force, sending multiple numbers of them into dust and ash that disperses into the twisted atmosphere. The display of power is breathtaking and terrifying, confirming that Morgana is far more than just an ancient witch—she's a force of nature wrapped in mortal flesh. But they keep coming.

"Then where did you come from? If the Creator didn't ordain a Fate of the Past, who are you?" "I created the fate of the Past and I placed the memory of myself into the other Fates' minds." "Tell us who you really are?" Morgana's teeth ground as she tried to resist answering that question. Greg reached into her pain receptors and twisted. She screamed out her answer. "My name is LILITH! I'm the goddess of Chaos!"

Morrigan, magic! I pull on my magic again, this time creating a net to surround the rogue so I can contain him long enough to mind link some warriors. Oh wait, I can’t do that yet, I haven’t been initiated into the back. Well fuck, looks like I get to contact my mate. Fuck me. Morrigan! Magic! NOW!

I say to her. She looks at Alpha Mayhem approaching us fast. She places a stone in my hand. "You will need this when we find Fallon. This will bring her back to you. It will take more than tea. It is my life force and my magic. When we find her, they will have started draining her magic. Do you know what will happen to a witch after their magic is drained?" Mother Anges asks me.

Oddly enough Martha remained as calm as ever, as if she knew she was not going to get harmed. DISTRICT DARK Alicia locked herself up inside her house. She felt the entire weight of the world on her shoulders and she wasn’t strong enough to bear that burden. She wanted to get stronger, but there was no possible way she could. The heads made sure of that. They took the covenant book, the only thing that could help her master the art of god magic. The last two remaining dark benders were practically erased from the face of the earth, meaning everything she was learning was either by sheer luck or instinct.

When, beyond her control, she, who was one of Spartia most powerful and respected mages and who hadn't had sex in many years, had found out that she was pregnant and that she was serving as an incubator to give birth to the reincarnation of The legendary mage, and at that time, she had felt a little helpless in the face of the task that had been entrusted to her. At first she hadn’t realized that she was pregnant, after all it was physiologically impossible, but then she had been assailed by apocalyptic visions and she had seen herself giving birth to Cassy and she had seen what the child she was carrying inside her was destined to accomplish. Mia knew that the reincarnation of The legendary

"My mistress's maternal side is a Víla." "A what?" "Shh..." Owlyn hushed. "Vílas are divine beings of the wind, somewhere between an elf and a fairy. Their hair is also magical." Cassandra finally understood why the sorceress said she wasn't an ordinary human. She was waiting for Vasilisa to pull out the fourth element, but the princess turned back to her with the knife in her hand. "Now if it's not too much to ask..." "Oh no..." Cassandra groaned. "Your blood is the last thing we need," Vasilisa said.

POV: Narrator The witch's lair was hidden deep in the Shadowpeak Mountains, a place where sunlight never quite reached and the air tasted of ancient magic. Neon dragged Thelma through a stone archway covered in runes that glowed with sickly green light. Behind them, his men carried the unconscious Theo, still paralyzed from the silver dust. "Welcome," a voice purred from the darkness. "I've been waiting so very long to meet you, child." A woman emerged from the shadows. She looked perhaps forty, with long black hair streaked with silver and eyes that held centuries of knowledge and cruelty. Morgana the Dark Witch, though she looked nothing like the monster Thelma had imagined.

All the suppressed royal power, the dormant magic of the spirit lineage, and the raw, unstoppable fury of a mother whose child is dying explode to the surface all at once. The cold air around Morgana stops moving. The falling snow freezes in midair. Slowly, Morgana rises from the freezing ground. Her head tilts back. When her eyelids lift, her gray eyes are gone. In their place shine two blinding, divine orbs of pure silver light, glowing like dual silver moons. A suffocating aura of terrifying, supreme power radiates off her body, turning the snow around her feet into hot steam. The fifteen rogue wolves behind her drop their heads to the snow, whimpering softly in submission to the raw Luna