Arthur Morgan X Reader Novels & Stories

he said and I shrugged, “You are a nice man, underneath I can sense it, I said and Arthur glared at me. “You do not know me Morgan Grant” he said. “Stone” I said, “It’s Morgan stone” Arthur smile was sinister, he went to a bar and poured a drink; he sipped it slowly, glaring at me from across, I stood and walked up to the bar and poured a drink and added strawberries inside, and sipped, I moaned as the mixed flavor hit my tongue strongly, Arthur stared at me, and I smiled slowly.

“That’s just what a figment of my imagination would say!!” My phone pings in my pocket. The Merlin turns her whole body towards me as I pull it carefully out of my pocket. I flip open my phone to see a text from Arthur. I catch myself smiling as I click on his face and… My mouth drops. An impossible picture is taking up my entire screen. Arthur is on the ground, his eyes closed as…that, that girl is riding on his crotch, her face twisted in a partial scream as she pulls on his shirt and…

“You fucking pathetic bastard. Hunting down wolves lesser than you because you lack the spine to confront me head-on. Do you really expect me to hold an ounce of regard for such a pathetic worm like you?” Artemis tilts his head to the side with a bored expression, not even flinching in the slightest. Instead, all he does is brush off his shirt. “You interrupted me right in the middle of lunch.” He regards him with eyes like a cold abyss, a look that pierces to the core and freezes the soul. “It better be worth it.” Morgan doesn’t even flinch like the psychopath he is. “You… Your business was with me, but you went after my mate.” There’s clear pain written all over his face, and even with eve

the girl began. " Yes Morgana, my little sister, where is she? Is she still angry at me?" " I'm very sorry Mr Nathaniel, I do not know the relationship you and Morgana had or why you are here looking for her when she doesn't love here any more" " I am not talking about another person Ari. I am talking about your roommate. The girl that shares room 312 with you. With ebony black hair, she has a noice that is pointed but somehow flat along her nasal bones, she's tall and fair, but not too much like you. She still has her Montenegro feel. She should be in room 312. Morgana Montenegro" he explained.

And that's when I realize he doesn't have a hold on my hand anymore. I've turned into some kind of ghost. I stand, staring at my arms. They look normal. I look normal. A second Silver Hunter rushes me, and he runs right through me and into the brick wall. Okay, so maybe I look normal, but I'm anything but. I’m intangible! The Silver Hunters all stop, their eyes wide with shock. I laugh with giddiness. "Who's next?" It's when another one charges me that I realize my mistake. Staying intangible requires energy, and I'm not an immortal battery. The man's fist flies through my face, but then the next punch, to my stomach, makes contact and has me bending over.