Morgoth Novels & Stories

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

But nothing compared to the pair of eyes that stared deep into Cassandra's. "Listen, even I could not tame the Magic Mirror completely, and on the night of the winter solstice, by the light of a blue moon that rises at midnight, it is open to all, which means from the moment the moon enters its quarter until the moment of dawn, anyone can cross over. Koschei the Deathless also knew this, and he is building an army to pass through to the human world. If that happens, death and destruction will follow. Do you know how many evil warlocks, monsters, dark elementals, sorcerei, and supernatural beings there are in the World Beyond? If not all of them, most of them are serving Koschei by now. I was

Not like an event horizon around the black-hole, but almost similar. "[Moloch, YoU WilL BE AwardeD FoR YouR SinceritY.]" Apparently the octopus' name was Moloch. He bowed before the Council Members. "Gratitude, My Lieges". "[ BegiN ThE SimulatioN, GoDs ArE WaitinG. ] " "Yes, My Lieges." A glimmering light shined in the center of the altar, and the grotesque creature named Moloch teleported away from the dying planet along with the mysterious cube.

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

"Mom,but isn't Vador the name of our vampire king?" "Yes,he's the dark lord" "Dark lord,really mom?" Ava asked laughing"I bet you made this story up to scare us." "It's real!, the dark lord is vador" Aaliyah said going to the kitchen "My point is that I want you both to stop fighting everyday, Aiden lost his twin and a bigger part of himself.Who knows maybe you'll realize your twin power soon." "Mom we have no twin power "Emma replied "I haven't even figured out my special ability you know."

-Do you know who Azael is? He looks at me with a terrified face. -Azael Grimm? The new? - I'm not quite sure it's called that, but I nod my head because there aren't many people named Azael in this country. So much less in high school. What's more, I think there is only one person in the world named like that and that is him. -What's the matter with him? - He's the one who bumped into us on the day of the dance, Jason- I say bluntly.

Legarde counters. “It already has my mage, a dead one.” “I am deeply sorry for your loss Lord Fuller.” “Then help me protect my citizens of my kingdom cleanse the neighbouring city. It has become a haven for creatures and evil spirits. They are attracted to it. Then they lurk in the forest, along the paths. They attack the travellers and the attacks here are now nightly. With my mage gone for days the people are scared. I have asked my neighbouring cities for help but it has been slow coming. They are all suffering the same.”

“A spirit of harvest, Ditiori, a name substantiated from the meaning ‘make them grow’, is on oath that he will live like a mortal bestowed with conjuring powers and on his death become a spirit again to go home to the spirit world of Mundu. Therefore, never shall a wicked, a fallen, enter its rest.” Howling flurry blew the ashes on Ditiori in a sooty loincloth and an autumnal gust displaced the dry, predawn bluster. The voices in the incantation grew softer and softer, “The Divine One has spoken, then disobey…bis faciet et non faciet illud…and he will do it twice and will do no further.”

Ghtraht Del Tei became the war chief of the Tei tribe. For the next two years he and his warriors butchered the dwarves wherever they went. His raids were legendary and his warriors, the most feared in all of Zanestor. The land of his tribe was deep in the south and they always suffered the brunt of dwarven incursions and revenge expeditions. He hated it all. He never wanted to be a warrior, but had no say in it. He never wanted to kill, but no one asked him. He was very good at it, but the older he got the more he dreamed of peace. He dreamed of a nation that prospers, procreates, lives a normal and peaceful life. Instead, they had death and more death. He hated blood magic of and he also h

It was primarily populated by two distinct classifications of beings; the omen and the fae. Within Hyperion, aside from achieving technological advancements, there was another way of attaining power; through magecraft given by mana. Mana was a mysterious energy that permeated through all creation, tapping into mana granted you incredible abilities. Those who were mana-sensitive are known as adepts and had access to near-unlimited psionic abilities.