Arthur Morgan Novels & Stories

"There is someone who helps me. He is Mr. Fernandes." Diana followed where George pointed, and it turned out to be directed at the man currently driving their ship. "Thank you Mr. Fernandes for your help," George said earnestly. Fernandes, the man who also knew the murderer of Alpha Stevan's father, bowed respectfully when he saw Diana. All the information George had gotten, including everything about Pack Delonix, had come from that man. He was a former Pack Delonix member who had escaped on the day Alpha Stevan's father was shot. He was the only witness who clearly saw the incident.

The call rang twice before Morgan’s deep voice came through. “Hello, Morgan,” I said, speaking to him softly to find out how far the auctioning had gone. I couldn’t sit and wait to see who had bought Angela. I was quite nervous, knowing that I had sold Angela off, but if I failed to do that now, I didn’t know when I would have another opportunity to do it. Morgan was a young man in his late twenties. He was 28 years old, tall, dark-skinned, and worked for the Dark Realm Auction.

He watched the progress bars crawl. "Come on," he hissed, glancing at the clock. He dug deeper, searching for the encryption keys to the security gates. He stumbled upon a folder labeled with a simple, jagged 'A'. He opened it. His breath hitched. The screen filled with surveillance photos. These weren't the polished images of the Alpha he had once loved. Arthur looked like a corpse. He was huddled in a trash filled alleyway, a bottle of cheap rye clutched in a hand that was missing two fingernails. His pack house was gone. His pride was gone. He looked like a dog waiting for the curb.

"Contact the heads of those companies. Ask them to start pressuring Morgan." Arthur immediately understood. With a nod, he headed off to carry out the order. Morgan assumed those companies didn't know he had little real connection with Jayson. In reality, they relied on Jayson too. He was the one who had approved lending Morgan the money in the first place. Morgan had overestimated his importance. Once Arthur left, Jayson broke the memory card in half and tossed it into the trash.

Archer’s deep voice rumbled behind me. He led the horse by the reins, and when I stepped up, he grabbed my hips to help me mount. I didn’t fight it. I wasn’t going to make a scene again. I sat forward, clutching the old cloak tight. I watched him give the blacksmith a solemn farewell. When he vaulted up and settled behind me, I couldn’t even move before his hand clamped possessively around my waist. I was pulled tight to his body. “I’m betting all my savings on you, General, so don’t you lose,” Mr. Morgan said with a snort.

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!"

“I’m sure you wouldn’t want Arthur to lose everything, right?” I didn’t answer. What could I say? Of course, I didn’t want Arthur to lose everything, but I wasn’t about to let him be manipulated into something like this. Arthur stepped in front of me, shielding me from her gaze. “Morgan isn’t part of this,” he said firmly. “This is between you and me.” Sage raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t argue. “Very well,” she said, standing up slowly. “I’ll give you time to think about it, Arthur. But don’t take too long. The deadline is fast approaching.”

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

Suffering due to the same man… Tonight, Malachi Araton will die. Time seemed to pass slowly, although it was probably not even an hour before I saw the man materialise in the centre of the room. He grabbed Morgana, who had been sitting on the floor, yanking her up. My eyes flashed and I knew he’d sense us immediately, hoping that Morgana managed to inject him. When it came to her, it was fucking weird. I could rely on her, like I knew she was my fucking equal, a team. Despite the strong urge to protect her…

The worn-out mahogany table was already enormous in size, but it seemed more like a children's item than the figure of the man sitting behind it. Sir Grant was a man of great build, at least five inches taller than Kai, who was six feet tall. Although Sir Morgan had long passed his forties, not a single speck of gray appeared in his short black hair. And his overflowing vitality hasn't waned since his days as a Bow Street detective. As well as being the most accomplished Bow Street detective of his day, Morgan was easily the most famous, as he was once the subject of a series of best-selling novels. Before Morgan's time, the Government and the populace assessed the entire Bow Street force wi