Arthur Morgan Novels & Stories

The horse and Robbie headed out of the barn. Morgan watched the large chocolate horse walk out of the barn. She studied it. It had been a long, long time since she had ridden. The horse's mane and tail was the darkest black she had ever seen. As it moved it shimmered in the setting sun. She watched Robbie walk the horse in several circles before stopping and adjusting the belts. After one hard pull Robbie placed his foot in the stir up and bounced lightly The saddle didn't move. He nodded confidently. "All right ladies. This is Sir Arthur. He is pretty gentle but fast as the wind. He should get you to the dock in no time." He said patting the horse.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

Stacy became frustrated. “Why did David leave everything to Lucas?” Arthur looked away. “I don't know.” “You're lying.” Arthur's eyes suddenly became sharp. “Be careful, Stacy.” She froze. “Why?” “Because Lucas Morgan is not the person you think he is.” Stacy stared at him. “What do you mean?” Arthur stood slowly. “Do not investigate his past.” “Why?” “Because if you uncover the truth, you may not like what you find.” Stacy's eyes narrowed.

Other werewolves start trolling into the room. The organization is finished. All that remains is the man who started it. Me. Arthur steps forward, he’s carrying, in his eyes, the anger of every loss, Justin, Tori, Adrian, the dead left in the estate, settled into the finality of the moment. “Get on with it. Just so you know, killing me wouldn't fill up the big hole in your heart, and it will not bring back the ones you have lost, especially Justin.” I tell Arthur.

’ 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 knew everything that went on with the elite. Not anymore, though. After my father was arrested for embezzlement and all our assets seized, I lost all my friends. That meant they weren’t my friends in the first place. “Let’s see, “ I said as I typed his name. However, the search came up empty. There were no listings of a company or any business under his name. I furrowed my eyebrows wondering if what I experienced that morning really happened. The man was wearing Armani and driving a Rolls Royce. He had to have a company somewhere. When I searched the name Markos alone, the search results showed a bunch of people I had never seen before. I gave up and closed my laptop.

He whispered and I shook my head as tears fell from my eyes. “He is feeding off the souls that he is killing, Arturo.” I said, and he frowned in confusion. “The man is using dark magic to grow stronger by their souls.” “Sienna, what are you talking about?” He asked, trying to process what I was saying; however, my vision blurred as the effect of morphine made my head spin. Taking in the situation, Arturo shook his head and tightened his arms around me. I shook my head, not wanting to talk about it before my eyes rolled to the back of my head, making Arturo curse under his breath before he put his arm under my knee.

“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.”

I really don’t want Vincent to win here, but the others also didn’t want to be the leader, there’s a big opportunity that they give their voices to Vincent because I think everyone here already catches his intention. We started to vote, even though I don’t know them personally, I can do a quick screening that the older might the wisest so I vote for Dave, as he looks older than us. Many of them vote for Vincent as he really opens to that opportunity, and yeah he won the position. They shocked me again when they chose me as the secretary and Arthur as my partner. But I think that’s better than I have to be in Kathy's position to manage our budget during this program. I really don’t know wheth

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.