Morrigan Aensland Novels & Stories

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

“But we know she existed.” “She?” Susan frowned, confused. Alexei leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms. “Morrigan. The Goddess of Portals. Of Shadows. Of War.” Susan’s eyes widened. “I… I don’t exactly know what I am. But my mother always said that my blood carried her lineage. Morrigan’s.” Alexei’s gaze grew heavier, and even Dmitry seemed to hold his breath. “Then you need to hear this,” he said, in a grave tone. “Because the curse that the old Lycans fear… began with her.”

“She’ll come at us hard. She won’t just defend herself—she’ll want to destroy us.” Thalassa smirked from across the room, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. “Good. Let her come. We’ve been on the defensive for too long. It’s time she realized we’re not easy targets.” Marcus, who had been analyzing the data from the hack, looked up from his laptop. “We need to be prepared. Morrigan has deep connections. Even if her media influence is slipping, she still has allies—powerful ones.” Fiona knew Marcus was right. They had cut one of Morrigan’s many tentacles, but the beast was still alive. And now, it was wounded and enraged.

"Or I will destroy you here. In the Between, where your power is no greater than mine." "You're splitting your consciousness," Morrigan observed. "Half of you maintaining the bloodline connection, half of you here. You're vulnerable. Weak. If I kill you now, the mortal prince dies. And the girl loses her protector." "Then kill me." Cael stepped in front of me. "Take your revenge for two thousand years of imprisonment. But let her through. Let her reach the academy." Morrigan studied him. Then, surprisingly, she smiled. "No. I don't think I will. Because watching you try to save the prince while slowly failing—watching you break under the strain—will be far more satisfying than a quick death.