Arthur Morgan Quotes Sad Novels & Stories

"I was young. I know that isn't an excuse. Being a coward my brother isn't an excuse. But please don't forsake me for my past actions. What happened that day I regret for all of my life." "Regret?!" Edward huffed out uncaring about the fact that this was the king he was talking to now. "You are insane! Arthur if Justin didn't call for help that day then I wouldn't be breathing now. You left and you never even looked back." "I know and I'm sorry." "Sorry? What will your sorry do for me Arthur? If I had died what would I do with this meaningless word?"

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

Some answers don’t need to be spoken. Morgan’s hand settled briefly on my shoulder. Not as a friend, not as a father, but as someone who understood that grief isn’t always for the innocent. Sometimes, we grieve the ones we lost before they died. And I had lost Liam a long time ago. --- “I should’ve stopped it earlier,” I said, voice hushed. Morgan stayed quiet. “I knew what he was becoming. Hell, I probably made him that way.” He didn’t correct me. That silence again. Heavy. Knowing.

Martha “Since you know such a technique? Why haven’t you tried it on yourself and escaped?” I asked curiously. “Well, my powers aren’t sufficient enough for a job like that,” Morgan replied, with a hint of sadness in his voice. “What do you mean?” I inquired, feeling puzzled.

Morgan walked to Ivy with her arms folded to her chest. Ivy wiped her tears and said weakly. "If you're here to mock me then please leave." "Tch! I don't like you at all but I wouldn't use the death of your child to mock you. I understand how it feels to lose a part of you, though I haven't experienced this but I've had similar emotions" Morgan said, softly. "I'm sorry for your loss, it's going to be hard but you'll eventually get over it and probably have another one even though I want you far away from my brother," Morgan said and cleared her throat after her sarcastic statement.

He questioned and I could feel the sarcasm in his voice. It felt like something was stuck in my throat and I couldn't even swallow my own saliva, why did he have to remind me of the painful truth? He just called me a widow and for a moment I felt like a huge part of me was ripped off. I had been trying my best not to think of the fact that Arthur is no more. I had been trying my best to convince myself that Arthur would come back to me one day and I would have my happy and complete family again.

──────⊰·☆·⊱────── «Bingo!» Morgana thought to herself. “Mommy, I don't think he wants to come with us.” “Well, why not?” Arthur asked. “You can't think for me.” “Because you'll get bored, we don't have anything special here.” “There you are,” he said very quietly, but Morgana was still listening to him. “I don't know why I get the slightest feeling that you want to get rid of me.”

I sprung up from the bed and felt my veins moving, they’re sill healing. My heart ached, but it was nothing compared to emotions of loss gushing in my veins. I was losing my strength since it was getting consumed in healing that stupid heart which is only beating for Aurora. She made a stone like me move; I can barely imagine her as a human. Fuck she’s an angel directly sent from heaven. An angel, I'm madly in love with. I stood up, “What about Morgan? Is he al---” He cut me off. “Alive? No, I killed him, he was talking a lot.” As expected from Arthur. “We got the information we needed, keep him alive would be such a waste of oxygen.” He smiled looking me, his indifferent gaze telling me how

“Arthur?“ “What if I never get the closure I seek, and I spend all my life crying over a love that broke me?“ “Arthur. Son, that's enough.“ “What if I never get over Stacie? What if her voice never stops haunting my dreams and thoughts?“ “Arthur, you gotta stop with the 'what-ifs' and take a decision. Decide to move on. It all depends on willpower.“ “I'm vulnerable when it comes to Stacie. I can't fight off the memories of her. That much I'm sure of.“ It was pathetic but true. Arthur had a last handshake with Dr. Smith. “Thank you for everything, Doctor.“ “Please be well. Promise me you won't do anything stupid.“ “I'm not suicidal. “ Arthur gave a sad smile, but it was enough assurance for D

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you undo it. Because when I kill you, whatever spell you cast will be neutralized." Angry tears flooded Arthur's eyes as he regarded Morgana. This female sorcerer was truly insane. What kind of crazy woman was King attracted to? "What? Not going to say anything?" Morgana crossed her arms, a taunting smirk playing on her lips. "Beg for your life." Arthur sniffled, resignation sinking in. "Would it make any difference "Oh... but you wouldn't know unless you tried, would you?” She gave another one of those annoying smirks. "Come on, beg for it."