Morrigan Acotar Novels & Stories

"I am M-" "Morgana Araton, and you are fucking incredible."

ouge, what happens next time if whatever stopped you doesn't?" She asked clearly worried. "I only have to wait a few more days Scar, after that maybe I can go to Wayne's pack and stay there; I'll be able to shift if needed if a pack has already claimed me." I answered feeling uncomfortable at saying the fact a pack could claim me like I was a pet or something. "So Wayne says he promises that he can give you safety but who is he in the pack? He seems young to be a alpha plus if he was he wouldn't be at the school." She mumbled clearly puzzled by his intrest in me and to be honest I was confused by that as well but he seemed so sure that he could provide me with safety. "Help me up?" I ask her

Jairon commented to me, then turned behind him. I saw his brow furrow in surprise. I took advantage of that to stand up and motioned to my companions to come closer. I want to laugh because they tortured me with their glares at the same time. "Bae, these are my friends. The Atrómitos Orgánosi heads are Aycxe, Shiela, Noella, and Sophia." I pointed them one by one. "He's my husband, Matthew," said Sophia as she put her hand on her husband's arm.

She told me. “ I…didn’t—I didn’t kill her? ” I stuttered. “ No. Of course not, Scarlett. ” She blurted. My legs were losing their strength all over again. I believed I had killed my biological mother. That was another lie. How many secrets were there to be revealed? I absolutely hated all of this. “ Us? ” Izer interrupted. She faced him. “ Anomalies. People this world can’t accept. That’s us. Hybrids. Demigods. Demigoddesses. Dark magic bearers. Night Bearers. ”

She was bleeding underneath. "B-Baby… did you faint?" I exhaled a few times. Seeing how she closed her eyes and stopped exclaiming, it seems like that's the reason. "Well, it doesn't matter," I raised her left leg, "I can keep going." A beast within me was starting to evolve to another level, and I don’t know if that’s a good thing. Charlotte Hayes' POV

"I wish I hadn't taught my wife how to shoot. Turns out she's using it against me too. But okay, they've really pissed me off. Just focus on driving and avoiding the bullets. I've got this shit." Connor now held a large rifle while Atlas clutched the steering wheel of the Bugatti. Once Connor was sure of his target, he unleashed a series of shots at the pursuing vehicle, resulting in an explosion. The flaming wreckage tumbled down the side of the cliff, near the ocean below, at the base of the mountain road, carrying Connor's unfaithful wife and the child of their former family driver. Atlas watched the car roll down, flames and smoke billowing around it, a tragic end to a tangled web of dec

She thought about how mad Alpha Daniel would be to find out that she had done such a thing on his own bed. After dressing up, Loiret moved to the wall and hit her head lightly against it until her head began aching. Her first time had been with a stranger and she could not even recall what it had felt like. This was that moon goddess way of showing her how insignificant she was, right? Loiret was sure it was. The moon goddess just had her way of particularly hating a few people and she was one of those few people. Loiret thought back to the girls who had spiked her drink and she pulled her hair back. Everyone in the Pack despised her, her family despised her too.

"Soy Atacia Luis Montreal, invocadora del legendario Fénix, dueña de la espada Fénix y tu muerte." At the same time as she said that, the Dark Queen was completely defeated and fell into the abyss, at the same time Drake beheaded the Dark Snake's head and stabbed it in the heart. But of course, she wouldn't allow that she's the only one who's going to die. She made a whip with a poisonous blade at its end before throwing it. It hit Atacia's very chest which she didn't expect. She was on her knees and could not move. She could only feel the pain of the wound and the poison slowly crawling in her veins.

Queen Morrigan asked for mint tea when she woke up. She was still thinking about the boy who looked like Aries, his missing son. She got up from bed and took the wooden comb from the bedside table. She headed to the exquisite mirror standing near the window and gently brushed her hair. She was blankly watching her reflection when another woman showed up in the mirror. A sudden gust of cold air made her body shiver. “Where is my real daughter?” A low growl whispered behind her ear.

The scroll I read at Tristan’s house is still fresh in my mind. …And with the blood of a Morrigan, pure and undiluted she shall awaken the child when her blood is spilled, and the word is spoken. The scroll narrated the story of Apsu and Tiamat, how the goddess Morrigan and the demi-god Arcas hid their egg, and she placed a spell on it. The scroll held a family tree but only showed the firstborn female children that were born to the bloodline of Morrigan herself, only those females could carry the goddess’s gene and pass it on. And only those females could inherit the gifts of Morrigan herself. The line of lineage stopped somewhere around 300-250 years ago. But I knew. My mother’s family nam