Arthur Morgan Fanart Novels & Stories

A petal falls as Faye, no Morgana, begins to squeeze the last breath from her. Mab is pulling at the hand around her throat, gasping, choking as Morgana watches. Mab's face begins to turn purple. "You might want to stop now," a familiar feminine voice announces from the crowd. "I'd hate to trip and hurt him." We both turn to see Arthur, asleep in a wheelchair, an IV strapped to his arm as Queenie wheels him into the room.

As she pulled up to the car, the driver got out. An Arthur Graham, dressed in worn jeans, a dark t-shirt clung to his biceps. His hair was a little disheveled. It looked like he'd run his hands through it several times. That stubble and that bad boy smile. It left her speechless, the man was handsome, dressed both casually and formally. «Will he look just as handsome when he is naked?» Morgana couldn't help but ask herself. “Hi?” Arthur greeted her and waved his hand over his face when he saw she wasn't responding.

He started day dreaming about her in the Throne room where everyone left him. 'But shes friends with that wretched boy' Morgan thought, 'Impossible. I shall make her mine!' He closed his fist. Morgan stood up from the couch then paused remembering a small detail about the Earth Triber lady that he had noticed: she had the eyes of a Pnevma. 'Shes a host...?' Morgan thought. Morgan went outside where he found his father sparing with his ward Aries. Aquarius sat on a rock watching his twin brother train with the king.

“So, wait, you’re staying with Aris?” “Yeah,” I murmur, trying to keep my voice low even though I might be the first person to take an interest in this section of the archives in like a thousand years. I balance the heavy books, standing on my toes to peer over the shorter shelves toward the lamplight that seems like it’s leagues away. “It wasn’t my decision.” “Tell me again about this Morgan chick. She sounds awful.” “She’s… gorgeous. Tall and lean, you know, like the models in your fashion magazines.”

"Come on, beg for it." Arthur did not, he would rather drink a dog pee. Begging wouldn't change anything, and he wouldn't indulge these demented women's dark fantasies. "Alright then." Morgana turned her head, addressing her servant. "Dora, prepare the spiked whips and fire them up. Let us begin." <><><><>

Morgan pressed the intercom and ordered in a calm voice, "Assistant Hans, come in." Hans Arco is Morgan's assistant, who is about the same age as Morgan, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with a shrewd and capable face. "Mr. Blackstorm, what are your orders?" After following Morgan for many years, Hans naturally understood his boss' temper. The moment he entered the door, he knew that his boss was unhappy. Morgan pushed the newspapers and magazines on the table, "These newspapers are not run well, they are not positive enough, they are harmful to society... buy all of them!"

Aria was about to give up when she heard Morgan call from the other side of the room. She looked over to where his voice came from and rounded various shelves of books. In his hand was a large brown book with gold leaf that had mostly faded. The book was torn at the binding and some pages were slipping loose. Morgan set it down on a nearby table and opened it. On the first page Aria could see was a drawing of a human with what looked like dragonfly wings. What is this? “A book about mystical creatures.” He turned the page, “I’ve never seen this before.”

Their attire could be picked out from the crowd in an instant, with their long white and gold robes. High Councilor Oran was one of the vampire elders. He had taken the most offense to Morgan skipping out on meetings. After Auri had died, Morgan wanted nothing to do with the High Council. He missed a handful of meetings but they came back with a very nasty threatening letter saying if it happened again, there would be consequences. Morgan was the most influential vampire, managing to not take sides and was held in high regard amongst the covens that even the High Council couldn’t deny him. That’s when he tasked me with going and I had been attending the meetings for over a year now.

“He’s the top spelling artist in his age group. Guy can sing, dance, play piano, guitar—everything. He’s like...a god.” Hamilton Morgan. I’d heard his name more times than I could count thanks to Daniel. He was obsessed. Posters of Morgan were plastered all over his room like sacred icons. He has been a huge fan of Morgan's music since he first heard it two years ago. He knows all of Morgan’s songs by heart and follows him on all social media platforms. If there was a prize for the biggest Morgan's fan, then Daniel would be the winner. He even styled his hair like Morgan’s. “Do you know what label he’s signed to?” Mum asked curiously.

Or for whatever reason, he does nothing. “I’ll advise you not to push me any further. For your sake and mine, I’d rather not indulge this.” “Yeah, but you didn’t mind beating up Trevor because of your little rat. Let me guess, she must have fucked you real good for you wanting to impress her, right? I guess my friends would need to have a taste if she’s that good.” Artemis growls now, the dangerous edge in his voice slicing through the air like a sharpened blade, his eyes darkened to blue storms. He takes another menacing step closer until his face is just inches away from Morgan, looking down.