Merlin Actress Morgana Novels & Stories

“And I don’t need you, Morgana. I never did.” With a surge of power that was entirely my own, I plunged my blade into Dark Seraphina. The moment the steel met her flesh, a blinding light erupted from the wound, and the entire realm seemed to scream in protest. She let out a piercing cry, her form disintegrating into shadows, swirling violently before being sucked back into the earth. Morgana’s furious gaze locked with mine as the shadows around us writhed. “You’ve made a grave mistake,” she hissed. “You cannot win this war without me.”

It was Morgana, her ethereal figure flickering but no less menacing. “You’ve delayed me long enough,” she said, her voice a venomous hiss. “The anchors, the Nexus, this realm—they all belong to me.” Valen stepped forward, his staff glowing with arcane energy. “You’re nothing but a shadow, Morgana. You can’t stop us.” Morgana’s laughter filled the cavern, cold and mocking. “A shadow? Perhaps. But even a shadow can consume the brightest light.” She raised a hand, and the shelves around the vault began to collapse, their contents bursting into dark flames.

Expensive dress marking her as high-ranking. "Lady Morgana," Theron said, standing slightly. Polite but not warm. "Beatrice, this is Alpha Morgana of Crimson Vale. One of the Council members." "A pleasure," Morgana said, extending her hand. Rings glittered on every finger. "I've heard so much about you." I stood, shaking her hand. Her grip was firm, testing. "Thank you. I hope the rumors weren't too terrible." She laughed, the sound musical. "Oh, they were quite scandalous. The servant girl turned princess. Rejected mate with an assassination attempts, you have had quite the year."

Even in the heart of battle, she held an air of regal grace, a testament to her royal lineage. Morgana, a stark contrast, was a wild tempest of a woman. Her fiery red hair whipped around her in the gusty sea breeze, matching her bloodthirsty tendencies. Her eyes, burning with a craze not of this world, flickered with anticipation as she gripped her jagged blade. With a sharp cry, Morgana lunged at Amelia, her blade slicing through the air with deadly intent. Amelia parried the blow with a swift motion, her cutlass ringing against Morgana's blade. Their swords clashed, sparks flying as steel met steel.

Behind him walked his wolves, tall men in matching dark suits that gleamed like polished armor under the lights. They moved together with Liam and Steffon leading the way, eyes scanning the crowd like guards. Then came the ladies in the train, Lily in pale gold, smiling sweetly, a few others I didn’t know well. And Morgana. Morgana stole my breath for a bad second. Her dress was midnight blue, almost black, clinging like a shadow. A high neck, long sleeves, but a deep slit up one leg that flashed with every step. Diamonds dripped from her ears and throat.

But he wasn’t alone. A tall, slender woman trailed at his side, her arm looped through his, with a proud smile on her lips that seemed almost unnatural. Morgana. Even her name carried weight—a whisper from a bitter past. She was dressed in deep crimson robes that clung to her frame, standing out sharply against the dark stone of the hall. Aveline’s heart sank, the color like a scar on the once familiar world she knew.

I gestured licking my lips “Morgana I’m warning you!” “Jeez, should I be afraid? My stepson is warning me. Now listen Micheal let me make something clear to you, six months ago you cheated on Morgana, five years of Morgana’s life you wasted it, you called Morgana a toy you used in blowing off steam, you tricked Morgana and rendered her useless, and finally you killed and buried Morgana. So get it into that empty head of yours that the Morgana you used to know is long dead and gone, the Morgana standing before you right now is a reborn of your wickedness, and mark my words this is just the beginning, I advise you get

In my previous life, she spun her lies and staged her evidence until Amber was condemned and died under Theron's rage. I had barely settled into the Evendale Wing when Morgana swept in the next morning with her personal maid, Selene Dale, close at her heels. Morgana didn't waste a word. With a flick of her fingers, Selene seized my arms and forced me to my knees. I lifted my face, looking at her with confusion and fear. "Your Majesty, what are you doing?" The answer was a slap that snapped my head to the side. Heat bloomed across my cheek in the shape of a hand.

Alpha Denzel's face colored with embarrassment as he turned to look at me. He gazed at me for a moment and then tuned to look at Luna Morgana as she seethed with anger. I looked at Melody and the two maids and they were all staring at me with shock on their faces. To say I was embarrassed is an understatement. "Morgana, shut your fucking mouth before I slap you again! Diane has not regained her memory. You can see that she is embarrassed cos she has no idea of what you are talking about. I forbid you to utter any more word!" he roared as he fumed in anger.

Dragons flew overhead reigning fire down upon the other flying creatures, and Raeann couldn’t tell who was on whose side. A bright flash in the air captured her attention and winging their way straight into battle were three magnificent white dragons. A woman rode on the back of one, and she jumped from a great height landing effortlessly on the ground before she shook off her hood and proudly gazed around. Her beauty stunned wizards, werewolves, and demons alike, and she used this to cut ruthlessly through her enemy before they knew what was happening. There was something hypnotizing in the lethal way she moved, faster than a wolf, stronger than a witch, and with a start, Raeann realized sh