Morgoth Novelas e Histórias

King Edward called out, his hand resting on his sword hilt. The figure threw back its hood, revealing a face twisted with malice and eyes gleaming with a dark light. "I am Malora, the Shadow Witch," she hissed, her voice dripping with menace. "I have come to claim what is rightfully mine." I felt a chill run down my spine at the mention of her name. Malora was a powerful sorceress known for her malevolent magic and thirst for dominion over the realms. Her presence alone was a harbinger of doom, and I knew we were in for a battle unlike any we had faced before.

At the center of the group stood Lilith, a powerful vampire sorceress known for her cunning and ruthlessness. "We cannot let the werewolves believe they have won," Lilith declared, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Draven's defeat is only a temporary setback. We must awaken him and reclaim our dominance." A murmur of agreement rippled through the assembly. One of the elders, a vampire named Vlad, stepped forward. "There is a witch," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "She possesses the power to bring Draven back. Her name is Morgana, and she dwells in the Dark Woods."

"Everyone, let's take a step back. Yelda. What do you know about Morgans's dealings?" "Your father's thirst for power led him to rituals that defy nature. He attempted to control forces that even the most seasoned practitioners feared. These dark entities do not abide by human laws or rules. They can reach out, influence, and, if not stopped, demand sacrifices that might include the lives of those who are intertwined with him. That's you as his sons, Princess Eliza as your mate, and anyone tied to his Alpha bloodline."

She glared at the ground. <[Hahahahahaha!!!!]> A thunderous and maniacal voice boomed all around us. Finally! It shows its face. He spoke out loud, after haunting me in my thoughts for a long time: "You're mine now." The words were hollow, filled with nothingness. No matter how many times I repeat that name to myself, they still feel cold and empty. Morveth. It's this vile creature's name. Doom! Doom! The monsters all bowed their heads, their bodies trembling.

"You bear too much power. You are unnatural. You are the unmaking of order." "I am the product of your errors," Lunareth said. "You made me the day you shed my mother's blood and decreed it justice." Fire burst behind her. The air ruptured. Thunder rolled. A shadow-beast arose out of nothingness—Niralhon's successor—called by the magic Morgane had awakened years before. It ascended, unbound, shrieking with the strength to dissolve worlds.

"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!"

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.