Novelas y relatos de Morgoth

her room, and we agreed to meet up later once she took some rest. "It's Bella, right?" Gabriel asked me as we walked towards his room. I just nodded a yes. "Is it short for Isabella?" No, my name is Bellatrix," I answered. "Wow, that's a beautiful name. Your name is from the Latin word meaning Female Warrior." What is this guy, a braniac or walking encyclopedia? I had no clue about the meaning behind my name. I just knew that my grams had named me. "Thanks for the compliment, but honestly, I never took the time to look up the meaning of the name my grams chose for me," I told him shyly. "We're here, I hope this room meets your satisfaction. Give me a shout if there is anything you need," I

The words died. Because through the window, in the forest beyond, I saw her. A figure in a dark cloak. Watching. She lifted her hand in a mocking wave. Filed teeth gleaming. Morgath. The witch who created false bonds. She'd found me.

Iris's P.O.V. ​"You keep hold of her." ​"I am." ​"A tight hold on her," Lucian clarifies crisply. ​"I said I am," I reply with as much patience my body could muster. ​"I'm serious, Iris. I don't need that monster tearing him apart," Lucian voices from the other side of the door. ​"Okay, first of all, Sassy is not a monster. She is your Moon Goddess reincarnated and more," I snap as I glare at the door which stood between me and the person who deserved my narrowed gaze.

the sister of Morgana Le Fay used her own magic to break the chains that Maria held Hades with. Gefion was a character who raged for a specific purpose. Gefion typically wasn't a villain but was made one after Morgana betrayed her. Morgana and Gefion governed a realm which Morgana fled from after she had a foresight that Hades was coming for them. Morgana made way for the witches and warlocks under her and they fled the realm. The witches which Morgana led out were the witches of Eregdrix. It wasn't long after, Hades attacked and wiped away the realm of its purity. He conquered the realm and left Gefion, this was so because he thought Gefion could serve purpose for him. This served a purpos

There is something which he is hiding far in the deep sea-green ocean which are his eyeballs, something which he wants to bring to surface but afraid to. "A-are you as pure as the signification of you name?" I tease him, sticking my tongue out. His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" "Your name means 'holy man' in Turkish, right?" I bite on my lips, wrapping my hands around his neck. "So, are you one?" He nods slightly, not very convincing. But then he brushes a strand of hair from my face. "No matter what, I will be your holy man." He says softly, tucking the strand behind my ear.

“Don’t you see? I can control human emotions. I have an army of angels. I am higher and more powerful than him now, and now you still choose to reconcile with him rather than to your own brother?” “We are twins. You are death and I am life” “How can you become life?” “I am the rebirth of everything. The rebirth of the new angels and the new humanity” I laughed at what he said because he will never be the rebirth. All he wants is chaos because he is hungry for power and the throne. That makes him ambitious.

; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again. That was decades ago. In recent times, Kimora made its appearance just off the coast of the Denezel River. North-West of Maliki, a little boy was found dead, his corpse laid open outside their home,the abomination of nature. His mother who found his body fell into a coma and didn't recover. Kimora was much worse than Black Death. That teaches us that you don't fi

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

Despite my reluctance to make him a warrior, his eagerness to stand with us in battle was undeniable, prompting me to make him my right-hand man. In the dead of night, my warriors and I stood vigilant on the expansive plains of our land. Recent attacks by a mysterious breed of Lycans had left us on edge. These creatures were unlike any we had ever faced, and their fighting skills were different; their ability to camouflage and mask their scents made them nearly invisible until they struck. Driven by a thirst for blood, they posed a threat we had never imagined. We didn't know when they infiltrated our pack. It was Soren who found a way to identify them, revealing their presence among us. Unl

Erythos' roar shattered the sky, a sound so deep and vast it seemed to shake the very bones of the world. His form pulsed with raw power, towering above the ruins, a god made of unchained fury. The air around him fractured, warping into something unnatural, something beyond mortal comprehension. Velora’s binding spell still held, but barely, its golden chains flickered, weakening with every heartbeat. Elior tightened his grip on his sword, his knuckles white. He could feel the immense pressure radiating from Erythos, a force that threatened to crush the will of anyone who stood before it. But he would not yield. Not now.