Novel & Cerita Fate Morgan Le Fay

"I'm going to kill that bastard! Ah, Fayra was fuming mad. She's on her way here, and Mateo can't even stop his wife. Damn that Pablo. I will dig his fucking grave. Fuck him!" "Calm down, Morgan. You're too loud —" "What do you want me to do, huh? Look at Mira. She's hurt. He hurted her. Do you think Fayra will love to see her sister like that? She might also dig our grave, and my wife will definitely do that too! I think this is my fault; I should stop her a while ago. I can stop her, but I just let her go. Fuck!"

He had stopped being my brother a long time ago. The killings and kidnappings in the village were my idea also because...why not? It was fun watching others die. Morgan. My sweet Morgan was loyal only to me as well. She was an evil feisty thing and her past and dark magic had burned away her soul, leaving her hollow and very usable. She did everything I wanted her to. The funny part is, Edward said he wanted revenge but he had been hesitant about poisoning Lady Alexia, killing innocents and using Morgan. He was weak. So weak. He didn't deserve to be Lord Faya. I did.

And why is she important for me to know? Whoever that person is, I really should meet her later, but for now, I will take care of punishing Tiffany and Morgan. It won't be easy, I'm certain of that. Morgan was the previous Lycan Queen, surely she still has supporters with her and Tiffany is… well, that thing too.

But I guess I’ll just have to wait until we meet at the gala. I unzip the garment bag. Inside is an elegant, black structured dress with a side slit. It’s soon time. Dave drives me to the gala. It’s a sea of black ties, champagne flutes, and the suffocating scent of old and new money. I walk in, wearing this scandalous dress that clings to every curve, backless, highlighting the faint, disappearing love bites Zayn had left on my shoulders. All eyes are on me, cameras flashing.

I kept watching her cautiously so I could pick up from wherever she stopped in case of a slip but Winter seemed to be handling it well. “Morgan has quite a reputation; thanks to the paparazzi but I’d tell you his most three attributes. He’s the most fearless man I know; he has a strong zeal and he’s hardworking.” “Hardworking?” It was Lia who asked, drawing out the words and I immediately disliked her more. Winter chewed gently. “Yes, or would you rather I use a synonym?” “She’s right,” Boris added. “I don’t think there’s any of the Flamur brothers who have been misunderstood the way Morgan has been but his father never stopped talking about him.”

“Give us the girl and I will happily go on my way, no need to tell Farid you are alive.” “Not happening,” I said tensing and throwing a quick glance at Morgan. She wasn’t well hidden, of course, they see her, but she had enough sense to stay down, just her white-blonde hair peeked over the horse and her violet eyes that were wide and full of fear. “The girl is coming with us, by choice or force.” He gestured to Morgan “Come along little witch, we won’t hurt you.” I could almost taste the lies rolling off his tongue.

“…miss you all, but know that I am happy here. Things are very different from Clair De Lune, but I would not change it… Lycus and Callista have arrived safely. I am safe too. I just hope one day soon I can see you all again. Niko, and Morwenna, I miss you both too. Dad, I know why you agreed to this marriage… I wish you had just told me.’ Great, I assumed he knew more, but I did not expect her to mention it to him. Morgana looks sharply at Kian, and I know they are mind-linking. He takes her hands, and her heart is thudding before she looks at me sharply. “It’s not possible,” she says, more to herself than us. “Is it not?” I ask, “You are no wolf, Queen Morgana of The Sanguine Empire, but yo

I gasped as my mind read the name and year written on it. ‘Veronica Murfin- 1959’ I don't know why I had this confusion in my mind together with this uncomfortable feeling. But the fact that this girl looks familiar to me is the reason why I feel bothered.

“I just fucking saw my stepbrother, Fenris right now, I can’t help but think about all of them. I looked into his eyes, and all I could see were my reflections. I just wanted to put an end to this. Rowan, and Calista. I can’t stop thinking about them. I can’t stop thinking about everything that was taken from me. My child. My life. Everything. I want… I need to go back. I need to face them. I need to take my revenge. I cannot keep pretending to Alaric now. I am not for him and I am not his wife. This is a fake life, Morgan. As much as I am grateful for helping me get my life back, I also want you to understand how I feel.” “Lower your voice.” Morgan’s expression darkened, and she set the spo

The Festival of Fools The palace was awe-inspiring, its golden minarets climbing up towards heaven. I flew overhead, circling above the party, hidden in the night’s darkness. Below, humans danced under the moonlight, their laughter a symphony of ignorance. Nobles in dazzling gowns and luxurious robes filled the courtyard, cheeks stained with wine and indulgence. But my gaze found only one. Prince Fred. He wore silver-trimmed armor, his dark locks framing a face carved with quiet strength. Unlike the others, he was still, unreadable. There was something in his eyes—something that made the fire within me coil with curiosity.