Morrigan Acotar Novels & Stories

She hurled a bolt of lightning at the Gorgon sisters so that the snakes around Spartan would let go of him and Jenna and Crimson could recover from the venomous bites that they were getting from Euryale. Morrígan and Kratos seemed to be the most powerful of the entire Legion as they ganged up and charged at them. Kratos struck the ground hard with his fists, sending tremors rocking back and forth and everyone lost balance, falling to the jagged ground. Morrígan muttered something inaudible and the ground began to tremble.

I said instead. Her expression softened slightly. But there was fear behind her eyes now. “Then we have to find out who the contract was made with.” --- Together, we dug through every record in the library, pulling out dusty ledgers and cryptic journals. Slowly, the puzzle came together. A name began appearing again and again in Gregory Blackwell’s writings. Lady Morrigan. A woman of fog and shadow. An ancient being. Some called her a witch. Others a demon. She came to Gregory on a blood moon and offered him a deal—wealth, protection, and eternal legacy. In return: a blood bride, once every hundred years.

Morrigan smiled, and I tilted my head, staring at her with curiosity. Meeting her now, she's nothing like what I've heard Lucian and his friends talk about. There's a huge confidence in her, and a scary coldness in her beautiful purple eyes. “You've got to be joking!” She said, shaking her head. “I promise, we are not.” “Lucian, is your nephew. Let's start from there. So I believe that you heard about him mistreating a stranger and decided to help the stranger get revenge on your nephew?”

Clad in a black military coat, her silver hair tied back tightly, she looked regal—and venomous. “Well,” she said, her voice echoing in the chamber. “The prodigal daughter returns.” Fiona stepped forward. “I’m not your daughter.” “No,” Morrigan said slowly. “You’re the storm I created—and failed to control.” Darwin raised his weapon. “This ends now.” “I agree,” Morrigan replied—and pressed a button on the control panel beside her. The ground trembled. A blast echoed through the chamber—and part of the ceiling collapsed behind them, sealing the exit.

I stood barefoot in the forest, The moon was bloody red. I stood in ash, bodies laid everywhere. Some had their hands stuck out as if casting a spell, others were burnt to ash, their hands covering their heads in protection, mothers covering their children. The ground was soaked in blood. I didn't know any of these people. And then there she was. Morrigana. She stood in the midst of all of it with a smirk on her face. She looked calm, so proud of herself. “No.”I whispered, staggering back. Why was I here?

She looked up at me and I could see the storm she was fighting within herself, she was going to get consumed by it again, she took a deep breath, “I had never shifted until a few months back, actually the night we met; was the first time I had ever shifted” “Why?” “The Alpha of our pack in Mexico forbade me from doing so, she said it was to protect me, but she lied. She made me train only in my human form and one day my trainer and friend could not take it anymore and he told me that I possessed the Morrigan Wolf, she is the goddess of wolves and the sister of the moon goddess. When I found out, I ran away but I put my friends in danger. Toni is Nelly’s father”

“My parents are the Gamma’s, Idris and Jasira, and my cousin here is the daughter of our former Beta.” “Beta and Gamma blood?” Takota questions. Morrigan swallows harshly before nodding. “Idris is my mother’s brother, and our current Beta is my father’s brother,” she forces out. Takota nods. “May I ask what happened to your parents?” she questions hesitantly. Morrigan takes a deep breath. “My mother became sick when she was pregnant, and she died shortly after giving birth to me. My father passed soon after,” she explains.

MEGAN’S POV Six years later, I was no longer the love-stricken and timid Megan—not anymore. I became the most powerful and admired lady all over New York City. The faceless Moon Heiress every pack wanted to join forces with—well respected and successful. I’ve not only become powerful, I was fearless. Ready to take over my rightful position as the Alpha Queen of my Moon Royal Pack and the Moon Heiress of the werewolf packs, I came back to New York City to dominate and not be controlled.

The same girl you called worthless is standing here today beside the kindest, most powerful Alpha this pack has ever known, as his Luna, I am no longer the worthless Lilith, I am Luna Lilith. "You couldn't destroy someone the Moon Goddess had already chosen to bless." My father began crying openly. "Lilith... I'm sorry, I know I failed you, please forgive me." "Please forgive us, I promise to be the best sister." Nora whispered through tears, I closed my eyes briefly, before slowly pulling them open again, trying hard to block my tears from flowing... They do not deserve a drop of my tears. Oliver stepped beside me. "You will answer for your actions, your fake tears won't save you."

I felt like I just had a first-degree burn, but it quickly healed. My father felt the same as he pressed his palm on the treaty. Margaret didn’t react as we did. She murmured something before picking up the paper and throwing it in the air. And it lit up to ash as it happened on our way to Zarah’s house. “Our coven is at your service, your packs are at our service, and everyone’s lives are in our hands.” She swirled her hands, and we returned to her living room. “You can reach out to Zarah if you need anything. I will regard the needs of the Lycans.”