Morrigan Acotar Novels & Stories

Her eyes turned completely white. From her woman like voice, it changed into voices of different ages and gender. An old man, a child, and a lady’s voice came out of her mouth when she spoke. “The time has come, that when the moon blankets the sun, the Herald of the embodiment of evil shall be crowned as Queen. A woman with bright purple eyes,” Cassiopeia said. Taylor turned her gaze to Felix, “amethyst eyes,” she said. “The crown will grant her powers beyond her forefathers and shall bring chaos and peril to us all. She shall come to destroy our land and the away the heart of Nuella Sangre.” Stefan and Taylor turned their gaze to Felix once more.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

They wouldn't have expected that she had the ability to tune into people's conversations from such a distance. She also wouldn't have believed if she didn't have the powers herself. She figured it was a bonus that came with being mated to the Alpha of a pack. It came with being a Luna in name. She shook off her thoughts and focused on them. "I heard we were fighting the rogues who killed the Alpha's parents or what was left of them." Ariel gasped as her heart stopped. It couldn't be! They are back? Were they here to save her? She quickly squashed that thought as she found it utterly ridiculous.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

She winced as she lay down, sore from all the activities she'd done that night. Nadine couldn't believe that innocuous Pastor Jonathan had almost killed them that night. And she could bet her life that he was under the influence of Dragon Rage when he'd attacked them. According to Madam Yvonne, she was the only one who knew how to brew it. This meant that Madam Yvonne was in cahoots with Jonathan. It wasn't that hard to believe after the way Madam Yvonne had treated her when she'd learned that she was a lycanthrope.

"Or I will destroy you here. In the Between, where your power is no greater than mine." "You're splitting your consciousness," Morrigan observed. "Half of you maintaining the bloodline connection, half of you here. You're vulnerable. Weak. If I kill you now, the mortal prince dies. And the girl loses her protector." "Then kill me." Cael stepped in front of me. "Take your revenge for two thousand years of imprisonment. But let her through. Let her reach the academy." Morrigan studied him. Then, surprisingly, she smiled. "No. I don't think I will. Because watching you try to save the prince while slowly failing—watching you break under the strain—will be far more satisfying than a quick death.

“But that isn’t what made me seek revenge exactly. It’s what you and Magnus did. What you took from me. The most precious person in my world who died horribly because of both of you.” “What did we do?” Magnus asked. “And what does Darius’s father have to do with this?” Elder Morrigan’s eyes went distant, lost in memories that clearly still burned. “I dated your father for years. But the pack chose Margaret, Darius’s mother, for him instead.” Her voice dripped venom on my mother’s name. “I worked so hard to be Luna. I did everything right. But Edwin crushed my plans by taking Margaret as his Luna.” She paced, her movements jerky with old rage. “After that, he made me his mistress. Put me on t

He bit his lower lip, worried at the thought that this ritual would not work as Daniel planned because of his ancestral identity. "That's already in the past. After all, he looks more like James than Martha," continued the goddess Morrigan. "Raise your heads, everyone." He and everyone there obeyed the orders of the goddess Morrigan. For a moment, he saw the disdain of the figure named Brigid, but it disappeared along with their smiles upon seeing him. "You are right. He is different from Martha. Luckily, I refrained from killing him.” "I also quite like that guy, so don't expect me to kill you if you are trying to kill him," the goddess Morrigan rolled her eyes before the woman's attention

Crows circled overhead, their caws sharp and knowing. A figure stood before her. Tall. Imposing. Cloaked in shifting shadows and raven feathers. Three faces seemed to flicker across her — maiden, mother, crone — before settling into one: a woman of unearthly beauty with midnight hair, eyes like polished obsidian, and a spear resting casually across her shoulders. **Morrígan.** The Phantom Queen. Goddess of War. Fate. Sovereignty. Chooser of the Slain. Raven’s breath caught. She instinctively touched the silver oak leaf pendant at her throat. It burned faintly with warmth.