Morgan

Intro When the veil fell, it didn’t descend in silence—it shattered, ripping through reality like glass under pressure. The boundary that once separated the human world from the realm of myth dissolved, and with it, the age of logic and science crumbled. Electricity died. Satellites tumbled from orbit. Cities became graveyards of rust and ruin. Some called it the End of Days. Others whispered of prophecy fulfilled. But in the shadows of the broken world, the true nature of things was revealed. In the borderlands—where the mundane scraped shoulders with the monstrous—creatures once confined to legend now walk among the ruins. Vampires stalk what remains of the cities. Fae rule forgotten forests. Beasts of nightmare, low in number and desperate to endure, prowl for human mates. And they hunt with purpose. Morgan remembers what it was to be half-hidden in humanity. Before the veil shattered, she and her brother Matteo were distant echoes of the gorgon line—descendants of Medusa herself, one hundred generations removed. The fall changed them, stripped them of grandeur and power. Their tails split into legs, serpents unraveled into strands of hair, their wild magic dampened. But not extinguished. The petrifying gaze—oh yes, that remained. Only now, it bends to their will. Morgan reveled in the chaos. For once, she could meet someone’s eyes without fear. Freedom bloomed in the ruin. But her companions, Arona and Azela, were not so quick to adapt. No longer part of her crown, the two black snakes—sleek, coiled, and ever-watchful—now slithered at her side. Their violet eyes glowed like dusk. Loyal. Protective. Territorial. They bit first and asked never. With pale skin like polished marble and a beauty sharpened by danger, Morgan walks this new world unafraid. While others mourned the fall of the veil, she called it a beginning. Let monsters hunt. Let desire become danger. She was born from myth. And now, myth reigns again.