Descendants Morgie Novels & Stories

"You cursed his bloodline, Morganna. You bound the beast to his family for generations. You made him a monster before he was even born." "I did what I had to do." "You did what your broken heart told you to do." My voice was soft. "I understand. I have been broken too. I have been betrayed and discarded and forgotten. But I will not let my pain become a curse. I will not let my grandchildren carry the weight of my grief." Morganna stared at me. The fire crackled. The morning light shifted. Then her face crumpled and she wept. Not the quiet tears of my mother, not the dignified sorrow of my grandmother. Morganna sobbed—great, heaving sobs that shook her frail body. She covered her face with h

He didn't know what Sebastian wanted to say, but it seemed important enough for the middle-aged man to come directly to him. "I'm not asking you to stop, Uncle," Albert replied. Albert's words permitted Sebastian to continue. "I don't know if you already know about this, but during training a few days ago, I noticed something unusual about Mr. Morgan. As we know, he managed to defeat Arian. And at that moment, I saw Mr. Morgan's eyes turn red." Sebastian paused for a moment, watching Albert's reaction. "If I may know, is he a descendant of an Alpha?" he asked later.

What she didn't know was whether it was for the better or for the worse. Morgana shook her head, as she started the engine, and headed straight for home. It was a scant seven minutes away. She lived in a penthouse in a very nice part of town, courtesy of her mother's brother. Her uncle had died three years ago in an accident at work, she was surprised when she was called by the insurance company and told that the man had left her fifteen percent of the total sum insured.

“Morgana, you’re not taking this seriously.” “I am,” she stuck the saucepan onto the hob and searched for a spoon. “It’s just…” She shrugged, and gestured with the wooden spoon that she had discovered. “Two of my mates are in danger, the third and fourth are naked upstairs exchanging blood in a vampire ritual, there’s zombies through that door,” she pointed with the spoon almost jabbing him with it. “And I just found out that I’m pregnant, so, I am sorry, the fact that some dusty old scrolls indicate that I’m one of the breeders of a goddess that I don’t even believe in, is sort of REALLY low in my priorities.” “Morgana,” he drew in a deep breath and took the spoon from her, dropping it into

Margaret's is my godfathers daughter and Morgan's sister, nevertheless, She goes overboard during party and Morgan alone won't be able to handle her. Morgan left my room grinning. He grinned way to much that I was beginning to wonder if there was more to his behaviour than I know. I was called downstairs for breakfast by the house Keeper, Misha. Misha has been with my godfather and his family for ages , she doesn't have any recollection of my dad but anytime she finds him approaching in her direction, she immediately turns to another corner and leaves.. " Good morning, Derek" Charles offered me a chair after his son..

Bryson, though full of resentment, eventually lowered his head and stepped back after the slap. "Ha…" Morgan sighed and cast a disappointed glance at Bryson. Among the third generation of the Redmont family, a few stood out. Though he had always favored the direct descendants, Morgan was well aware of the reality. The third-generation direct descendants were arrogant but mediocre in terms of character and ability. If even one of them could match Vincent—or no, even Iris—Morgan could have enjoyed his twilight years in peace. Amadeus then informed Morgan in a low voice, "Dad, they are clearly aiming at..."

Melloch grinned, “he still squirms deep inside. I can feel him twisting and turning, trying to push me out. His screams ring out like a glorious symphony.” “You’re lying,” she snapped. “Gabriel died. I saw it myself.” “Did he? Are you so certain?” A tear slipped over Aurora’s cheek. If what Melloch said was true then Gabriel was trapped inside a demon. “You’re a monster.” “That matters not. All that matters is you are going to locate the other descendants so I can kill them. Your kind will not interrupt my plans again.” “But my connection to them is too weak. I don’t know where they are.”

Julie lowered her head and immediately saw the heart-shaped stone in his palm. Julie raised an eyebrow and reached out to pick it up, "Tsk, is this for me?" Terry also raised an eyebrow slightly, "And what if not?" Hannah, who was standing by, glanced over and made a slight tutting sound before turning away as if she hadn't seen anything. Didn't you lose your memory? How could you still send dog food! Morgan was born into a poor family and grew up in the mountains. However, he later became wealthy. His parents passed away early, and he didn't have many relatives, so he hasn't returned to his birthplace for over ten years.

“So, killing him was a good call? If he was alive, all this would have been close to impossible!” “But with your power ………” “My power is not even close, even if I had gone full power, it would have been futile. The chief had enough power to level a whole continent!” “I see, but if I may ask, who is this Mukura person you are talking about? Because last I checked, Tofireyi had two daughters, the first born named Monalisa and the second one her name is Divine. Born from different mothers.” “Different mothers?” “Yes, Monalisa was given birth to by Takada and Divine by the Alabaster Weald ruler, The White witch queen, Genteel.”

I also had no desire to seek for him in those time. I had another bittersweet reminiscence, but I was too exhausted to feel the anguish. I took a moment to compose myself before returning to my original task. "Morgan, mommy is here!" I shouted. He quickly turned to me and his smile reached the sky, "Mommy!" Morgan Silva Knight, formed between two blue-blooded Alphas. He could already speak straight and walk well. For the royal blood, this sight was pretty normal— and of course, they would think it was a genius how an Alpha pup could develop his mind with no sweat.