Morrigan Aensland Novels & Stories

That realization stops her breath. The Veil doesn’t love. It doesn’t choose. But it remembers. Rylan left an imprint. Her pulse stutters as fragments surface—images that aren’t hers. A battlefield under a broken moon. A man standing between shadow and light, bleeding, unbowed. A woman crowned in white fire, her eyes luminous with grief and resolve. Her mother. The memory sharpens, dragging Lyra under. She is not Lyra anymore. She is Selene of the Lost Moon.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

We had a long drive ahead of us and we had a mystery to solve on top of that. Who the hell was Louise, what connection does she have to the Golden Moon Pack, and where did she come from? Looking at Louise, I started with some basic questions, “How long have you been at Harvest Moon Pack?”, I ask. “I have been there my whole life; I only had my mom and dad; when they died in a rogue attack a few years ago I was deemed an Omega and wasn’t allowed to finish school,” she says.

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.

(Morrigan’s P.O.V) Watching my father, the father who raised me as his own, the man who loved me unconditionally, die triggered inside me a rage I wasn’t expecting. I felt the power flowing through me, something primal…something ancient was rising up. We are the Goddess of War incarnate, Morrigan. What? What Goddess of War? The Celtic Goddess of War, whose name is Morrigan. Umm, is that a coincidence? Nope! Now let’s get down to business to defeat the Huns.

“Darling, I don’t need to touch her. She’s already mine.” Wolves snarled across the clearing. Kael’s beta, Lyrin, stepped forward, sword drawn. “Who are you?” he demanded. She flicked her fingers. Lyrin flew backward, slammed into a tree with a crack of bark and bone. Kael’s eyes went murderously dark. Then she spoke: “I am Morrigan. Sister to her mother. Witch-Queen of the Hollow Cascades. And the rightful guardian of the Celestial Bloodline.”

It burned, even when she shut them close. The worst of it was the anxiety that fully rested with her and the paranoia that plagued her mind. Andrew was present, in the same city as her, he worked with Jackson and he knew her house. Nothing would stop him from coming here, he would if he wanted to, and now that he wasn't, there had to be something else he was planning. He was a scary person, his mind was rotten and his hunger for vengeance could never be toppled over, it was a part of Andrew to never lose something, even the ones he didn't need. When she left for the USA, she realized what dark world she had been living in and how hard she had embraced the fear, it had already become a consta

Oh, that was it. If she wants me to regain my memories, then she should send someone else and not Carly or she should come by herself. "But I don't need any assistance. I can figure things out on my own." "If you could figure out things on your own, you should have regained your memories ever since. " I turned behind to see Amora looking at me, with a deadly scowl on her face. What was wrong with her this morning? "She would be helping you and you have no say about it, unless you want to leave this pack."

I pinched the bridge of my nose with my right hand. Charlotte's eyebrows furrowed, as she stared at me with a concerned look. "Another Mafia Clan?" She asks. "Yeah. It's not the Dreugans, it's another Mafia Clan—an even bigger and powerful clan," I replied. "Have you found out why they've been acting up?" She asks. I shook my head as a response. "No."

“And I graced your return with a splendid weather.” She stretched her hands out and I watched the snow pelt softly on them. That's when it clicked, the puzzle came together. Morgana belonged to a pack of snow wolves, that explained the weather. “You never thought you'd run into me did you?.” She was right, I never included running into enemies in my plans. I had planned to be as discreet as possible. “I'm only here to welcome you Gwen, not to frighten you.”