Arthur Morgan Fanart Novels & Stories

’ His voice trailed off in anguish, ‘No brother, we had nothing, and you know it but won’t accept it. We could never beat Arthur, he was/is England's greatest King and he always will be. He is at peace now, sleeping because he has earned his rest but when he is needed he will return and save this green and pleasant land he loved so much. Killing the Hybrid will not change that, mating her will bring you nothing, she is not yours to mate with.’ Morgana stopped in front of him and lifted her hand taking the silver knife and placing it beside Aurora then she took Mordred's hands in hers,

I didn't understand what Lauren meant by 'clear goals,' but I had always wondered why Atlas chose me. "By the way, do you know Mia Morgan?" I suddenly remembered that cold and distant woman. "Mia Morgan?" Lauren looked at me, slightly surprised. "How do you know her?" "She was at the spa yesterday and even took my side against Liora," I said, "She was cold and unrelenting." "Oh! She’s Arthur Morgan’s daughter!" Lauren answered with certainty. I was stunned. "Mia is Arthur’s daughter? He's a big shot in Foswood. No wonder she's so arrogant. But it seems like Liora doesn't know her."

“No, I don’t think you’re stupid, but you’re being really childish right now. Just listen. She is my tattoo artist, and she was looking for the best place to put the design I had sent her.” I pulled out my phone and opened my messages to Scarlet, then tried to hand it to Morgan. At first, she refused to take the phone. She wouldn’t even look at it. “Morgan, if I mean anything to you at all, take the fucking phone. Now.” She snatched it from my hand and looked down at the screen. It was a sketch I had drawn out one night when I couldn’t sleep. It was of Morgan’s incredible eyes and all seventy-six of her adorable freckles below them. I wanted her with me everywhere. I wanted her image to fore

Some of them were in dire need, but regardless of that, the need shouldn’t lead them to whatever they were dealing with. “I understand that you are here seeking for sponsors, but I do not sponsor a project that I do not see benefitting or appealing. Though some of you have passed through my right hand’s review. Mine was the one that determined it, and I have chosen to not sponsor any of the projects.” Arturo said, looking at Anika. “First, I do not work with lawyers or cops. My apologies, but I have my own terms in this, and after investigating, some of you did indeed turn out being them. The issue is right now, you have a nice little question mark over your heads, and I believe that you kno

Then, Artemis appeared right behind Ares and the goddess gasped as Ares knelt clutching her chest, until the next second she could see the god of war vomiting blood. The gleaming golden scepter in Morgan's hand caught Artemis' attention as it arrived on the battlefield. Even with Ares who never left his sight. The goddess trembled, Morgan who had always been an invisible god and did not want to be seen by anyone stood not far from Ares who looked like he was dying. She stood straight with her blue hair blowing in the wind, Artemis felt the wind so strange that it pricked her skin. Just ahead, Artemis could see Morgan's stature, which was more gallant and noble than any god. His straight eyeb

Our initials, R on one side and M on the other. It's beautiful. "Happy birthday.." He says again with a grin. "Thank you.." I tell him staring at him intensely. He's close to me again and I can feel the sparks. "Reece.." I start saying before he cuts me off. "Don't say anything. I know the situation between you and Charles, but Morgana you're mine, not his. I don't know how you're going to do it or when, but I think it's clear to you now, that you have to get rid of him.." He says.

Till I left this pack. I compose myself and tried to keep my heart rate in a slow pace, as I continue our discussion. “This human girl, are you attracted to her?” I asked trying to seem as though I didn’t get his question. Arthur keeps a calm face and shrugs. He doesn’t like it when I keep asking him questions in any of our discussion. He just wants a straight answer. “She’s quite the beauty of course. I do find her to be attractive, and my wolf gets stirred up whenever he sees her.”