Fate Morgan Le Fay Novels & Stories

he taunted. I felt my hands balling into fists at my side, an undeniable fury boiling within me. “Shut up!” I shouted, surprising even myself with the force of my own voice. “You’re beneath me, Morgan. You always have been.” The mockery faded from Morgan's smile, but it quickly returned, replaced by a smug arrogance. “Beneath you? No, princess. I’m above you. Above your little family, your precious titles, and your love.” He gestured dramatically, as if conducting a symphony. “When I claim the power I so rightfully deserve, you will be nothing but a memory.”

“Morgan will never hurt you, that’s out of the question. Why would she ever want to? What reason does she have?” I scoffed. “Do I start listing them out to you?” I took a shaky breath, steadying myself. “Wade, I need you to listen to me. Morgan is not what she pretends to be. Her father killed my parents. If she’s here on his behalf –” “She’s my fated mate,” he cut in. It was at this point that I lost what little composure I was hanging on to. “And so? Does being your fated mate suddenly make her more credible than me? Does it suddenly give her a passing mark and the assurance that she’s the best person in the world?”

"But death is not the end for those of us who carry the old magic. I became one of the fate sisters. The youngest." "The fate sisters," I said. "But you are not sisters. You are—" "Mother and daughter." She smiled. "And grandmother and granddaughter. We are blood, not siblings. But the world knows us as the three fate sisters. It is easier that way. The truth is more complicated." "Who are the others?" "My mother. Your grandmother. And her mother. Your great-grandmother." She paused. "Morganna." Morganna. The name struck something deep in my chest. "Morganna cursed the Lycan line."

So, I tilted my neck to show them her mark on my neck. “Imeela is my fated beloved. I know that it’s confusing and not something that everyone can or will understand, but that’s not what matters right now. Please, for the sake of everyone who has been harmed by Andrei’s reign, find those who don’t align with his ideals and those who want to live without fear of being hurt or used.”

Archie moves between them, putting his hands up quickly to stop Claire from advancing. “She’s here to help. She…she’s my mate and part witch. She may be able to help,” Archie explains quickly, sweat forming on his brow. “A wi-witch?” Morgan, Kent’s mate, questions nervously, clutching Kent’s hand tighter to her chest. “I mean no harm, I promise. I just want to get a sense of the magic that is plaguing them,” Yaya says softly.

She didn't know who he was, she had never met him before but she knew right there and then that he was her mate. She didn't admire his features for long as she immediately moved away when she heard him call out. “You…” Fear immediately gripped her and she stood straight. She bowed immediately and apologized. “Forgive me, I… it wasn't intentional”. She quickly explained but he remained quiet. 'how is this possible? The moon goddess said I didn't have a fated mate but I'm very sure I feel the mate bond with her. Did she really give me a chance'? He thought still looking at her trying very hard to hide the shock he was feeling.

“It’s not a dream, Rose. Look around you. Look at the love and joy in your life around you. You deserve all of this.” Her words made my chest fill with gratitude. She smiled and whispered into my ear, “And today… you’ll be crowned Luna and marked by Aiden. So you have to brace up.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Ivy…” She giggled softly. “I’m serious.” I turned back to the mirror at once. The stylists continued curling my hair into soft waves that fell down my back, applying a smooth layer of foundation on my skin, brushing warm eyeshadows into my eyelids.

There was a horrible expression on her face. “Your plan failed again, Young Lord York.” “How is this bastard so lucky?!” “He provoked this many people already! He even embarrassed the Maiden herself, but he’s still in one piece!” “Even Murphy and the princess of The Empire of the Sun that Never Sets got completely beat up!” “Morgan didn’t even show a hint of respect toward Murphy!” “What’s going on here?!” “What the hell is Morgan trying to do?!”

“I have met her several times before. As you said, she’s the real bitch. A wrecked dumpster in a full package Lolita. Outsight, she’s saintly gorgeous. Beautiful curves everywhere. Full plump lips, nice ass, and perfect boobs, for sure. Insight, she’s a pure evil. Very wicked and sly. She never let anyone stand in her way. I heard some rumors of mysterious misfortunes that fall onto some potentially new models in this company. Juniors and senior models….” “There were some suspicious talks that she was behind all these but no one dares to take any action to her directly….” “Why?” Arissa asked them both with a puzzled look. “She’s Robert’s mistress…” Vika whispered to her ears cautiously. Afra

“I chose this. I chose you.” He stared at me for a moment. “Then promise me something.” “Anything.” “If I go too far—if I become something else—you’ll pull me back.” I nodded. “I will. Even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming.” A faint smile. “Fair enough.” Morgan’s estate was as cold as I remembered it—gleaming, sterile, an architectural marvel with zero soul. She met us in the conservatory. Dressed in ivory, calm, regal. But her eyes were tired. The weight of the headlines had found their way into her pores.