The Little Mermaid 2 Morgana Captures Ariel Novels & Stories

The serpent slowed, twisting in the air before her, but Morgala’s curse pulsed through its veins and it fought her control. She screamed, raising her hands as spirit beasts of the tide emerged beside her giant translucent dolphins, spectral wolves with fins, a phoenix made of crashing waves. They danced and circled, battling the corrupted beast as she strained to hold the creature’s will. But power came at a price. A tail whip struck her mid-air, slicing across her abdomen. Pain exploded through her. Blood darkened the waves. Still, she didn’t falter. She locked eyes with the leviathan and whispered something only it could hear.

Aberton holding the baby still in the mermaid’s purse. “What the hell?” JD said, surprised at what he saw. “She’s in an egg.” Both dads laughed. “It’s the amniotic sac.” Ty explained. “It’s called a mermaid’s purse.” “So we decided that instead of Angela,” Jaxon grinned, “we would name her Ariel.” “That’s a good name for a mermaid.” Gina agreed. JD looked at the woman and could only picture what Cheryl had told them a little over a week ago. It started off as a small chuckle. And then Jaxon snickered. And Jolene giggled.

Almost as if she was no longer living, just serving. The surface of the lake shimmered in enticement as she was called towards it. Her gaze didn’t leave it as she brushed past Adele, the child moving to the side as she witnessed the change within her. The glowing pools of silver that made up her gaze were unnerving, forcing the young child to submit for the first time as the all power of the Goddess filled the air. Adelaide held no control over her limbs as she stepped down from the alter, her toes digging into the damp earth at the edge of the lake before continuing forward. The cool water quickly enveloped her legs as she moved forward, rising up her body as she walked further and further

The sun was setting, painting everything in shades of blood and shadow. Morgana was waiting under the dead tree, exactly as I had known she would be. She looked different from how I remembered. Smaller. Older. The dark power that had radiated from her was gone, leaving behind something more human and somehow more terrifying. “You came,” she said as I approached. “I was not certain you would.” “Your letter was compelling. Also vague and threatening, but compelling.” I stopped ten feet away, ready to defend myself. “Where is Mara?”

About how between them, she'd found the thing she'd spent twenty-three years searching for. Home. "I'm sure." Morgana smiled. It transformed her face—from grief-stricken to radiant—and for a moment, Aria saw the young witch who had loved a king with everything she had. "Then I'll guide you. Through the ritual. Through the transformation. Through whatever comes next." Morgana reached out and pressed her palm to Aria's chest. Where she touched, warmth bloomed—silver and ancient and fierce. "But first," Morgana said, "you need to convince the Knox girl. And that, daughter, will be harder than any magic."

Would she be able to get them through the wall? ‘Calm yourself. Camilla is here. She will have a way to deal with her,’ my wolf reassured me, but I could also hear the tremble in her voice. She was also worried about this new foe. Damian stepped in front of me defensively. “You wolves are so easily worked up,” Morgana said as she floated down and landed as lightly as if she were stepping off a stair. She smiled at us like a host greeting late guests. “Allow me, since the children can’t manage it,” she said. “I am Morgana. The greatest witch who has ever lived, no matter what the old woman beside you wants you to believe.”

But they pressed on, determined to succeed. At the first relic site, Tina used her magic to destroy the source of Morgana's power. The dark energy dissipated, and they moved on to the next location. Each battle was harder than the last, but they refused to give up. Finally, they reached the last relic. Morgana herself was there, waiting for them. Her eyes burned with rage as she confronted Marinetta. "You think you can stop me?" Morgana hissed. "I will destroy you and everything you hold dear."

It had taken the curse spell of the lost princess to lure her to the right place at the right time and the churning of portal wind to make her realize she needed to try the first of the two spells she had memorized. It worked then and again just now. She was facing the beginnings of a portal of her own, one she controlled. "Are we leaving now, Mistress Morgana? " Her helper called from outside the boulders, clutching the submission collar of the survivor dragonlike beast, which was still looking around for its sibling.

Said Aaron. His voice was eerie and the ambience was fearful. It was deeper, indeed it wasn't Aaron. This was the speaking of Valac. Maria instantly arose without crease and her eyes suddenly glowed the matching colour of Aaron's left hand, the blue colour. This indeed wasn't the Maria known, this was Morgana. Aaron just practiced an act, so dark that in the history of magic, it never had been practiced. The summoning of two high beings (Valac and Morgana) at the same time without falling dead instantly.

"Hello, Vincent. It's been a long time." Vincent went rigid. "That voice... Morgana?" "You remember!" The thing wearing Aria's face smiled wickedly. "Fifteen years, and you still remember the witch who cursed your pathetic bloodline." The crowd gasped, stepping back. Marcus looked confused and terrified. "Aria? What's going on? Who's Morgana?" "Your pretty little girlfriend made a deal with me, boy," Morgana/Aria said. "She wanted power, wanted to be the strongest Luna this pack had ever seen. So I gave her power... in exchange for her body when I needed it."