Morrigan Aensland Novels & Stories

Mellana questions the woman in the front door. “Mom? I thought she was your sister!” I exclaim. “Morgan?” Mom calls her. “Melissa!” Mellana’s mother answers with enthusiasm and runs towards my mother, and both women hug each other. “Oh, my Goddess! It’s been so long we’ve seen each other.” The woman named Morgan says. “It’s been way too long.” My mom agrees. “Are you the one responsible for setting this all up for us?” “Guilty.” Morgan laughs. “I moved some chopsticks to find out where you'd be staying since someone told me they were going to protect a girl named Pandora.” She says looking at her daughter with a smirk.

There was a plate attached to it with the words Supervisor carved on it in bold letters. Getting to it, I tapped lightly. A deep voice replied from the inside telling me to go in. I opened the door to see a man behind a desk. He was wearing a grey suit. His skin was a light chocolate and he was spotting a low cut. A wide line of perfectly shaped beards framed his jaw. When he raised his head, his lips were a light pink. It didn't take time to know he's a black. A very good looking one at that. "Good morning. I'm Kristen Morgan. I applied for an internship here and was accepted".

However unlikely it is, this is a pack. But all I can see is Silvia looking at me like I've betrayed her. Another werewolf with hair that starts out black and ends in red, has pulled up a chair next to me. She has her legs crossed and is tapping her foot restlessly against the edge of the table. "No one gets past the Barren," she says, "There are wraiths." "How do you even know that, Maggie?" says the one with the blue-tinged skin, "You were raised by humans. How do you know any of this?"

I'll be back for you soon. I ran as fast as I could, and because I knew the routes like I knew the back of my hand, I avoided all the patrols trying to track me down. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I reached the border. - I, Beta Brady Brown, resign from my beta status and reject Lycan Moon Pach as my pack. I will continue my life as a rogue and return to save my mate and take revenge on all who cross my path. This is my solemn promise.

The Red Room is my only salvation to save me from becoming a berserk Alpha. I sit on my new chair, close my eyes, and feel the comfortable leather. This is good. Suddenly I smell vanilla and dew grass scent getting closer and stronger. I know who is about to come in, so I swiftly grab any file from my desk and pretend to read it. I see it's a cosmopolitan magazine, the cover page has a photograph of Madonna kissing some model, who is one-third of her age. I sense Ethan inside my cabin but one thing that catches not only mine, but also my wolf’s attention is,

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Heavy with graves, tunnels, blood, prophecy, and generations of violence waiting beneath the surface. Morrigan stopped at the edge of Silvercrest territory. Not crossing. Choosing not to. Her face became clearer beneath the fading light. Beautiful in the way winter storms were beautiful. Sharp cheekbones. Dark hair braided tightly back from pale skin. Eyes carrying the same unnatural brightness Lyra sometimes glimpsed reflected in mirrors after her aura surged too hard. Not identical. Related. That realization struck Lyra harder than fear. Morrigan tilted her head slightly, studying her with unnerving calm.

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?

Damien growled, “Cove thinks he's so powerful. He’s just a mutt with a title.” Anya said, rolling her eyes. “I hope they both choke when Conan comes.” Damien sneered. “Let’s see how fancy he acts when his precious gates are burning.” Anya smiled coldly. “We’ll be watching from Silverstone, drinking wine while this dump burns.” ……. Morrigana stepped from the shadows, her fiery red hair whipping in the breeze, eyes blazing. “I told you this would happen!” All eyes turned. “You gave her too much power. You let your feelings cloud your judgment, and now you’ve made enemies of allies. For her.”

It was Dante who stepped forward to answer her. “Things aren't always what they seem, Morrigan but I'm sure you understand that well enough. What's in it for us? Let's say we are also after revenge of our own.” “I'm gonna need more details than that.” “I think we should hold off on details until we are sure you are on board.” Morrigan bit her lip, considering his words for a moment before she shook her head with that cold smile. “You three are ridiculous and your offer doesn't make sense. So No! I'm going to pass. I do not need your help getting what I want.”