Arthur Morgan Funko Pop Novels & Stories

“I was just about to find out who Taylor Swift’s date for the Met Gala was!” “Really, Charlotte?” Arthur barked, his voice dripping with disbelief. “You want to talk about what’s fair? Fine. Let’s ficken do that!” Arthur Morgan rarely raised his voice with his daughter, but now his tone was sharp enough to cut glass. His wild gesticulations made it clear that Charlotte was about to get a verbal lashing she wouldn’t soon forget.

Grabbing hold of her hands, I give them a light squeeze, fixing a serious look on my face. “You are Morgana Pendragon, daughter of Uther Pendragon and sister to King Arthur. There is nothing you can’t accomplish.” A smile spreads across my face. “Except for take over your brother's kingdom.” Laughter erupts from Morgana, chasing away the worries that crowded her mind. “Low blow little Wolf Queen.” She tells me, a delighted smile on her face.

He states. "You're wolf is majestic. I felt safe around him." I sigh and tilt my head backwards. "I still don't know what to name my wolf, and don't you dare say Canisa." I warn and he lets out a chuckle. I don't think he knows how sexy that is. "How about Lupita?" he says "That sounds like Aaron's wolf's name." I state. "Morgan. Short for Morgana." He says and I smile, nodding at him.

"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." <><><><>