Morrigan Aensland Novels & Stories

He shook his head sadly, “I do not believe for a moment that Ava’s soul can be used as a weapon against a darker soul. It just isn’t done.” “It’s true that it is normally not done,” stated a distant voice. “But it can be done with the right teachings.” “Grandmother Willow,” asked Mavis towards Ava. “Yes. She follows me everywhere. Believing I need the extra set of eyes, while I’m growing in the knowledge of my ancestors.” She smiled, “I’m not just a Spirit Walker, from what I have learned.” “What else,” asked Dustin. She could see the anger in his eyes, but he quickly hid it from her.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Do you know someone who works at the entertainment club?" I asked. I saw she was lost for a second and it seemed her body got tense. She shook her head. "No..." she shortly replied. She reached for a glass of water and drank it straight. She looked really tense. "There is someone who works at the entertainment club who lives in your village," I opened up and started eating again. "Do you know someone named Magda? She's a good friend of mine," I asked and glanced in her direction.

Her sass softened as she added, “Moon goddess gave me my second life when you were in danger, Athena. Since then, every time I come out, it has always been to cause damage to our enemies. I am not sure if I can do this, Athena.” Athena almost backed off right there and then. But she looked into Raymond’s trusting eyes and took a bolstering breath. “You will not hurt our pup,” she declared. “I will not,” Morrigan responded instantly. “But last time…” “…is done and over with. This time is different. This time we will take Raymond’s advice and think happy thoughts. What happy thought do you have, Morrigan?” she asked tentatively. “Running through the woods. Feeling the breeze in my mane without

THELMA'S POV There was something deeply unsettling about Elder Morrigan. I'd looked into minds steeped in conspiracy. I'd read the thoughts of people planning murder and treason and revenge. But Morrigan was something else entirely. Her mind was a fortress, but not a hidden fortress. It was open, transparent, but so carefully organized that you could look right through it and still not understand what you were seeing. It was like being shown a map in a language you could recognize but not read.

My freckles faded and my skin took on the golden shade of warm sand. “This is you, Maeve Regan. A beautiful fae queen. Madison had cancer. During the surgery, there was a complication. She lost a lot of blood. They gave her transfusions. Blood from Anders, Ford, and Rhys. It brought me out. Madison was too damaged to hold you and Reika properly. She could use your glamour and Rei’s senses, but she couldn’t hear or speak to you.” Morrigan smiled. “Rei’s a wolf. She’s strong. She has the ability to come out. I don’t. I’m just part of Madison’s abilities.” I murmured. “This is how I die? She absorbs me and I don’t exist anymore.”

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.

I'd be a liar if I say I've not been tempted to leave this shit of life behind, but except for my mom's investigation, a certain girl is holding me back. A certain fierce black hair girl with hazel eyes. Ashanti. I've never met a woman who is intriguing as her, she's different and a badass. There's just something about a woman that can handle her own that is so fucking beautiful. If I had my choice, I'd bend her over and eat her out, get on my knees and worship her cunt like the beauty she is. “We've got something information concerning the burnt warehouse” I spun around at the sound of my most trusted man's voice.

She inhale the scent as she remained straddling on top of Mathias who remained lifeless under her mercy. Morrigan remained there sitting still on top of the man who repeatedly assaulted her. Drowning herself with the addicting scent of blood that surrounds her. Her eyes glance towards the mirror just on the corner of the room. She looks at her reflection in the nearby mirror, looking at the horrifying scene that had just unfolded in the dim-lit room. At that moment, Morrigan is not the dignified princess of Hymir, but a woman who seeks revenge on her perpetrator. Straddling on top of the foreign prince that took her innocence, with a pillow over his head and his chest pooling with blood. It