Morgiana Magi Novels & Stories

Just present. "Lucian mentioned children," I finally say. "Silas and Morgana." "I know. I've found references." "Tell me." She pulls out a small notebook. "Silas is younger. Silver hair like his father. Powerful but more human than Lucian ever was." "And Morgana?" "The Violet Daughter. Legend in dark magic circles." Sage flips a page. "She disappeared a century ago. Everyone assumed dead." "But if she's alive and learns her father died..." "She'll come for revenge."

There was a tall white candle and two polished obsidian stones. "So what kind of magic is this?" Cassius asked observing over my shoulder. "It is called scrying," she said matter-of-factly. Selene stepped between Ares and Magnus to light a piece of kindle in the fireplace. She then walked her flame to the candle and lit the wick before shaking the tinder out. "What does it do?" Kole asked curiously. Every one of us was fascinated by the witch's current actions. "If I do it right, then I should be able to see where Damion is located," she said as she settled herself in my chair directly in front of the candle flame.

Agatha addressed Morgana without hesitation, "Morgana, your complexion seems unusually pale today. Do share the name of your foundation; I simply must try it." Morgana's laughter echoed through the chamber, a chilling melody of mockery and malice. "Ah, Agatha, my dear," she cooed, her voice dripping with artificial warmth and a dark allure. Her gaze, piercing and devoid of all kindness, locked with Agatha's. "Such potential squandered in your sister's shadow." A sly smile curved Morgana's lips as she leaned closer, the air around them growing thick with her brewing enchantments. "The power you hold, it's potent, raw—familiar to my own. Join me, Agatha. Together, we're destined to reign supre

The simple contact kept her from spiralling. Zoe squeezed his hand once, then looked back at the priestess. “If I remember…, how do I stop Morgana?” At that, the priestess began to pace slowly across the chamber. “You do not defeat Morgana the way you would defeat a rogue, a wolf, or even a normal witch,” she said. “Morgana is old. Very old. She has existed in the cracks of the world for centuries, feeding on forbidden magic, hiding from divine judgment.” Zoe listened carefully. “She is not whole,” the priestess continued. “That is why she appears in mist and shadow. The Moon Goddess has barred her from walking freely upon protected ground. Your blood, your presence, and the sanctity of the

The air around us crackled with tension, thick with the scent of ancient magic. Morgana, the witch who had cursed Silverclaw, hovered before me, her ghostly figure flickering in and out of focus. Her fiery eyes bore into mine, reading my thoughts, my fears, and every doubt I held. Her presence was overwhelming, suffocating. I could feel her power pressing down on me like a weight that would crush my very soul. "Tell me, child," Morgana’s voice was cold, calculated. "Why do you seek the key? What do you truly hope to achieve by tampering with forces beyond your comprehension?"

“You shouldn't have denied our call for so long, Sophie!” As she spoke my name, the witch's enigmatic voice sent a dangerous shiver through my fur. My wolf howled in warning, but we couldn't resist the call, as if we were trapped in the magic of this unknown being. “I am not unknown.” She stared at me, reading my thoughts. “I am Morgana, the bearer of Obsidian's revelation magic!” “From the stone?” I widened my eyes in astonishment, realizing my transformation had occurred without pain. I covered my body, and instead of exposed skin, a simple blue-toned dress enveloped me. “But how?”

When they saw me, they looked like they wanted to run but couldn't. "It's going to be okay," I said delicately. Then to Sera, "What are you doing?" A look of panic crossed Sera's face before her eyes rolled back inside her head, and they were replaced with twin pools of red, like blood. "Sera isn't here right now," she said, and my light was extinguished. "I am Mizrabel, a sorceress from the land of Polonias. With her longing for friends and for power, this child was easy to coerce into wakening me. Now everyone in the land will pay, especially you. If you dare, come for me, and we will see who is meant to rule the land." The voice, which sounded nothing like Sera's, cackled and was gone.

POV: Morga, Queen of the Raven Coven "Don’t move another inch, Rhea. If you take one more step, the seal on the child’s life snaps, and your 'miracle' becomes a tomb." Morga’s voice was like ice cracking under a winter moon, sharp and brittle. She stood atop the shattered remains of the Moon-Drowned Altar, her raven-feather cloak fluttering in the unnatural wind that still whipped through the ruins. Her violet eyes were no longer filled with the terror of a woman facing a goddess; they were filled with the cold, calculating triumph of a strategist who had just played her final, hidden card.

his voice trembled. “Aww,” Zoraya purred. “Let him go,” Lucian warned. “I’ll do whatever you want.” “Of course you would,” Zoraya smirked. The power radiating from her was intense. It felt as though every cell in her body pulsed with dark magic. All he had to do was cooperate, find her weakness, and save Ethan... Wait. Where’s Morgana? As if answering his unspoken question, the door opened, and one of those large, brutish rogues with glowing green eyes dragged Morgana in. The rogue bore the aura of an Alpha.

“They are the portals by which the gods touch this world and direct us as to their will. I believe that Morgana isn’t just any ordinary emissary, whose role is simply to continue the genetic lineage, but Morgana is The Emissary of the mother goddess, the moon goddess, the Morrigan, mother of war, fate, and fertility, of wolves and ravens, shapeshifter, and escort of the dead.” “Look around you,” Aaron said with fervency. “We are in a time of war, between the supernatural and humankind, with werewolves and f-king zombies. And she’s pregnant again,” he gestured to Aislen triumphantly. “She was born in the year of the Griffin, maiden born in crone, on the day of Ash. Thanks to your f-king pack