𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮?

As Morrigan goes on with her life in the Wundrous Society, she comes across many issues. How will she handle them? She is lucky that she has her patron, Jupiter North, and her friends, Unit 919, to help her out. In this series of stories, you will cry, laugh, and get angry. I hope you enjoy :) I do not own any of the characters. All rights go to the lovely Jessica Townsend, the author of the Nevermoor series.

A fic where Mog has a bunch of trauma and problems and Jupiter isn't allways home to help her. Or Morrigan needs to learn how to ask for help.

This is a Nevermoor fanfic about Morrijack. This is after Hollowpox. Don't expect it to be good. I am terrible at writing. Anyway we NEED to grow our nevermoor community.

Jupiter looked down at his hands and shrugged, "I think he's embarrassed. People tend not to like Witnesses - it's hard to be friends with someone who can see all your secrets." Perhaps embarrassed isn't quite the right word to use here. How about scared, or fearful. Of what, you ask? Of judgment. Of pain. Of suffering for something that cannot be helped. My knack has caused so much pain and so much loss; sometimes, I wish I didn't have it.

Hello, I'm Morrigan. I'm exactly so old, as you think and I had an amazing holliday... Until... It became even better, right? Long story short, I met this guy. I fell head over heals for him, you can imagine that, right? And what happens then... Well, you'll have to take a read to find out I guess Step Boldly!

Morrigan Crow is finally beginning to feel like a real Wundersmith. No longer the girl everyone fears, her mere mention invoking whispers of a massacre long ago. Now, Morrigan is a force for good in Nevermoor, and she is determined to change the controversy surrounding Wundersmiths forever. But as her confidence grows, so does her power. Training as Squall's apprentice is shaping her into the powerful, powerful little crowling he needs her to be - but hiding the truth about her abilities will cost everything. When Morrigan loses control and a dark, unspeakable beast of nightmares tears through her beloved city, the line between good and evil stretches to its limit. Can she save Nevermoor, or will she fall victim, no more than a little crowling puppet in Squall's plans? DISCLAIMER: All characters and settings are the rightful property of Jessica Townsend; I own only the plot. This fanfiction is purely for the entertainment of myself and others and to spread the brilliantness and amazingness and marvellousness (needless to say, I could go on) of the Nevermoor series, and not for commercial use. The book cover was created using canva.com. All images used in the cover are Creative Commons. PLEASE NOTE: The design of the book cover belongs to me, the writer of this story, and I do not give permission for it to be used or replicated with or without modification.

When Life gives you lemons, you... •Cadence - throw them at Hawthorne •Mahir - make Life take it back. Maybe it didn't understand English. I don't like lemons, not really •Lam - give them back, like: I knew you're going to do this, I'm an oracle •Thaddea - complain about the lemons •Hawthorne - make a lemon ice-cream! It's too hot around me for only lemonade •Francis - make a cheesecake, there are just few more ingredients •Anah - eat it. It's really good for immunity system •Arch - give it back to Life, 'cos I probably just stole them •Frank - make a party •Chanda - sing about them •Fen - hiss at Life to scare it away. These are mine! •Jupiter - make a lemonade, of course And Morrijack? Read this along and you'll find out! Yeah, and, here are your lemons, think carefully, how to use them and let me know! Burn Brightly, Nevermoorian