Morrigan Aensland Novels & Stories

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

Ana clenched her fist and took a deep breath before approaching the crowd. “I’m Ana Mystica. Yes, I was the last person to talk to grandma Tasing, but we left her in good hands with her grandchild. How can you say I’m involved?” Ana asked with a furrowed brow. The people nodded in agreement, as Ana’s words were indeed true. The investigator looked at Ana and grinned. “I know you, Lady Ana Mystica. A stranger from Manila. You’re also Don Martin Montecillo’s girlfriend. The people here don’t know you. How do we know you’re not a bad person?” the investigator said with a smirk.

Her skin was as pale as her hair, and her ice-blue eyes shimmered with an ancient, otherworldly knowledge. Beside her, the red-haired witch, Morrigan, was a stark contrast. Her fiery locks framed her sharp, beautiful face, and her emerald eyes burned with a dangerous intensity. Where Eirlys was calm and methodical, Morrigan was passionate and fierce. She was the flame that fueled their cause, driven by the deep, personal hatred she held for Rune and everything he had done. “He thinks he’s untouchable,” Morrigan said, her voice low but brimming with contempt as she stared at the massive structure before them.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes glinting with a dark determination. "Now, let's see how you deal with this, Morgana," she muttered to herself, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The die was cast, and the supernatural realm was on the brink of turmoil. Karen knew she would have to tread carefully as events unfolded, for she had ignited a dangerous spark that threatened to engulf them all. ***

It is a night of intense, honest connection, a shared meal, and an intimate walk on the sacred shoreline with the future king I have desired for years. Noah Tiedemann could never provide this kind of depth. Noah never even tried; he only craved the glitter of my status as a high-ranking Moonsong Bard, seeking the satisfaction of a conquest. But Magnus Andersen, despite his deep scars and defensive walls, is entirely different. He doesn't treat me like a trophy to be paraded before the Assembly of the Great Packs. He shows genuine respect for my spirit. Even when his alpha aura frightens me, even when his beast pushes me away, there is an intense current of protection beneath his actions.

[Madison] I watched over Anders as he slept, and remembered my own naming. It felt like I spent years with Morrigan learning to use the abilities I’d been given. We walked green fields and bloodied battlegrounds. I learned all of the lore associated with my goddess. Morrigan promised to be with me as long as I always honored her properly. The coming war was to be my greatest tribute. It would cut the strings of fate of those who would harm the world.

56 ANNALISE As the portal opened before us, I felt the familiar pull of magic surge through my veins. The incantations I had chanted moments earlier echoed in my mind as the swirling light formed into a doorway. Adrian stood beside me, his jaw set in determination. Molu, our guide through this journey, nodded solemnly. This realm, the one Marcus had banished his enemies to, stretched far beyond the portal’s light. Without hesitation, we stepped through.

“With Phillip earlier?” “You know the answer to that question,” Stella glanced up from what she was doing and smiled sweetly. “I don’t need to answer it for you.” “You were asking whose Emissary I was.” “And whose Emissary are you?” Stella set a plate on the table before her, and then returned to the stove to pour the boiling water into two teacups. “The Moon Goddess,” Aislen said softly. “The Triple Goddess, the goddess of Past, Future and Present. The Morrigan, the Goddess of war and death, but also fertility. I guess… I guess I knew that. Talen has suspected and hinted it from the beginning.”

But every time I was about to faint, they splashed me with cold water to wake me up. My body was nothing more than a flesh puppet they manipulated according to their whims. My soul slowly floated upward, and I saw Morrigan standing at a distance. She watched with satisfaction as she orchestrated this horrific scene. "As expected of Ms. Morrigan! She's just like Ms. Heinrich back in the day." "Of course! Ms. Morrigan is Ms. Heinrich's daughter. She's bound to be as fearless as her mother. This cheeky fake deserves a harsh lesson."

“We f-ked her during an argument with Aislen five years ago, so it’s sort or really f-ked up for everyone.” “Hmm,” Talen’s eyes turned inward and became thoughtful. “Your Triquetra managed to get into a lot of trouble with Morgana within a very short time frame.” “Yeah,” Cameron’s breathy laugh was wry. “We did. It’s Aislen, by the way,” he added. “Morgana’s just… Like an alias. She’s really Aislen.” “Morgana is the name that she chose for herself,” Talen rose to his feet.