Morgiana Magi Novels & Stories

She regretted that she had made the mistake of coming back at all. "Nazi!!" called out Magdalena, "Mother, are you home?!" Something made a noise inside the shack. Clearly, someone was home. “Mom!! Aunt Tamia, are you in there?” Magdalena shouted. The wooden door slowly opened, and a frightening-looking woman appeared in the doorway. It was not aunt Tamia, whose face had been deformed since childhood. It was Nazi, Magdalena’s mother.

Lady Nagini casted the spell of Jaran Goyang on a night ritual after having intercourse with Sawer Geni. Under his guidance, Lady Nagini was able to complete the black magic in a short time. Three days and nights she isolate herself in the woods. And at this very midnight, for the umpteenth time, she used the spell to attract men for the sacrifice she needed to be immortal. From dawn until dusk, the spell casted. She needed the seventh sacrificeas a condition from Sawer Geni. It’s the first immortality reuirement that she had to find seven young men.

“I-I ’m not sure I understand you, ma’am,” “Lemme break it down for you then. Are you sure you still do not want the young Alpha all to yourself?” Aiyisha bent her head in shame, “You know about what I did.” “Of course I know, child… and truth be told it’s a wonder you haven’t been struck by Selene yet for your brazeness, but seeing as you have really helped the female beta today, perhaps the moon Goddess had a reason for still keeping you around.” She sighed deeply, “I can equally sense your change of heart, child… but please, just do as I have asked, and everything shall be alright.” With those words, Morgana, the silver witch disappeared along with the bright blue light. The only evidence

The only thing they do is spread their legs when there mate wants sex and cook food for their pack. I know you must be wondering if females are been hated and dislike how did I managed to be the alpha of a back, the second strongest in the whole werewolf community. Simple, just two words. Dark magic. And know I didn't use magic on my pack members to wipe off their memory like it an horror action movies ,nope I used my dark magic which was bestowed to me not by the moon goddess for good surprising because that are job but by the witches. There are called the dark witches. I used dark magic the night the rogues attacked my pack and turned them all good.

Zarina exhaled deeply and said, “Alright, then. I will seal the bond. If anyone wants to step out, now is the chance. Once the spell is cast, our lives will be bound together. We can’t hurt each other till we find the ‘Heart of Magic.” “Meredith, if you don’t want…” I started saying but she placed her finger on my lips. “There should at least be one more person who can represent us.” “True… ‘Code Red’ is based on fair agreement. I will act as a mere binder in this process. Aslan and Tyson will represent the dragons while Caleb and Meredith will represent the werewolves.” Zarina said and closed her eyes. Her lips trembled like flower petals in the wind as she chanted the spell. Golden light e

Every story has a beginning, some good, some bad, mine has never been a happy one, no matter who, or how I tell it, nobody will believe me. I can't rely on the people in my life, My parents ignore me, or are cruel to me, my friends are unreliable, and aren't trustworthy either. So what happens when I turn 16 years old, and run away from my problems to another world, only to find myself in the same magical world I played make belief in as a kid? With heartbreak at every turn, and a possible new relationship on the horizon, what could possibly go wrong in this world that hasn't happened to me on Earth?!

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

My brows reach my hairline in surprise, and I can feel myself blush, the heat from embarrassment coloring my cheeks. Reaching up, the little witch pulls her wolf's head down. Planting a kiss on the side of his cheek then lightly patting it. “Now, now, That’s not going to happen but…” She looks at me smiling, leaving what she was going to say hanging in the air. “We have not been properly introduced. I am Morgan Artos. The last witch of my line.” “Leneve. Daughter to Nyctimus. Cursed with dark magic.” I reply, not sure how the greeting exchange is meant to go.

“Real charming. Punches like a wrecking ball. Still pissed I broke his favorite saber when I was ten.” Lotanni stood nearby, pacing slowly. “She’s fighting her old mentor, right?” I asked. Orin nodded. “Mage with familiar magic. Guy taught half her village. Doesn’t go easy.” Lotanni returned from her latest round not long after, her braid messy, her eyes dark. “Two minutes flat,” she said dully. “No progress.” “Still longer than either of us,” I offered. She didn’t answer. Nyomei had it worse—or stranger.

“Let’s go inside, I will make you some tea.” I does not even matter if I can trust this person or not. She is a monster capable of teleporting us more than ten kilometers away. From what I have learned, the limit for an experienced Mage should be around four or five kilometers and using that amount of mana will leave you exhausted for a couple of hours. “Yes Mother.” “Call me Jane please.” Too scared to say otherwise, I acted like the good apprentice I was supposed to be followed her inside the cabin. “This is nothing like the one the elves make. This mix is the closest to black tea you will find in this world.”