Merlin Actress Morgana Novels & Stories

Not from this pack. Behind them, a ripple in the air formed. And then she appeared. Morgana. The witch. She stepped forward, barefoot on the concrete, her long midnight cloak fluttering behind her. Her hair was silver and black like spider silk, her face pale, her eyes glowing with an unnatural gold hue that pulsed like coals. “P-please,” I managed, my voice shaking. “I don’t want this anymore. I don’t know what you did to me, but I—I can feel myself again. I can hear myself. Please—stop—”

“I don’t know anyone named Morgana. I know her as V.” “What does she look like?” “She uses disguises. Sometimes she’s tall and blonde, sometimes she’s short, curvy and African American. Its changed each time I’ve been near her, but she smells the same. A strange burning metallic overlayed with a mustiness, like mold. But she tries to cover it with perfume. Her voice hasn’t changed either, but I know she can do that too.” I nod, not surprised by his information. “Who is he planning on attacking next?”

I snap, Denu and Emerald exchange a look before my sister sighs and goes to sit down. “Ok, maybe I should have told you before, but I didn't want to hurt Diona if it was nothing” I frown at her, she continues. “Have you met Morgana yet?” She asks, why would I have met this Morgana woman? I mean she hates her. Clearly noticing my confusion. “Amphion, she is the double of Diona, only difference is she has dark hair and dark eyes, but apart from that they could be twins” Denu says, lingering on the word twin.

“If you are so interested in sitting on this same chair, wait till we are done, then you can have the space as much as you want.” “No, that isn’t going to happen. You will stand up now,” she stated. “You will have to drag my ass out of the seat because I’m not standing up willingly.” Celyn grabbed her arm in an attempt to drag her off the seat, but she let go almost immediately like it burnt her. “What the hell did you do to me, bitch?” she screamed. “Teaching you not to touch someone unless told,” Morgana replied. “You witch,” Celyn cursed. “How did you know I am one?” Morgana said happily.

Donald is off his horse immediately, his hands already glowing with diagnostic magic, and the look that crosses his face when he examines me makes my stomach drop even though I’m already lying down. “It’s Morgana,” he says, and his voice has that tight quality that means he’s working very hard to stay calm. “She’s connected to Mabel through the silver wolf bloodline, she’s pulling power directly from her to fuel the ritual preparations now that the counter-spell disrupted her original plan.” “Can you stop it?” Alistair demands.

he said lowly, “I have something to report.” I didn’t slow down. “Walk and talk.” He kept pace. “It’s Morgana.” I stopped so fast my boots squeaked. My warriors nearly plowed into me. The mysterious legend that had lived for thousands of years? The one no one knows her original face or real identity? That monster? “Morgana? Impossible. Wasn’t she locked in that cave with enough wards to hold a dragon?” Philip’s jaw tightened. “Margaret was on the phone in her bathroom this morning…didn’t know I was awake. She said Morgana latched onto a maid’s body, slid right in like a parasite and blended perfectly. That’s how she got past the wards.”

Simon's alleged mate; Morgana. I wondered where she had come from . "Help!." I cried pushing my hands out to both of them . They both laughed. It dawned on me, Amelia had tricked me. Morgana belonged to the winter light pack. They controlled the weather , as well as snow . They all had white hairs like Morgana's. The fragile ice was no accident. Morgana had placed me here intentionally. Lifting her two fingers, she whispered something inaudible into her hands and pointed them at the freezing water. The water grew three times chillier than it already was. "Please!." I cried, stretching my hands towards them.

“See? Even she knows she doesn’t belong here.” Valen’s gaze snapped back to Morgana, his eyes blazing, his voice dangerously cold. “You’ve made a mistake.” “Oh, have I?” she taunted, folding her arms. “You should be thanking me, Valen. I’m doing what no one else dares to do—telling you the truth.” Morgana smirked, folding her arms. “Someone had to. She doesn’t belong here, Valen. You know it as well as I do.” “She belongs where I say she belongs,” Valen snapped. “And you will not speak to her like that again.”

said a voice behind their back. People looked to their backs and saw Morgana walking up to them in a long flaming red gown, looking absolutely stunning. She had a mask over her face to cover the hideous birthmark on her face. “My King.” Morgana curtseyed to Silas casually and completely ignored Chloe’s presence.

They smelled similar. A woman stood at the center of a clearing. She was tall—taller than Aria—with silver hair that fell past her waist and eyes that were the exact same shade of blue as Aria's. She wore a simple white dress stained with dirt at the hem, and her feet were bare on the forest floor. "Morgana," Aria said. "Hello, daughter of my blood." Morgana's voice was warm. Not cold, not vengeful, not any of the things Aria had expected from a witch whose curse had destroyed generations. "You look like your mother."