Merlin Actress Morgana Novels & Stories

They did not possess magic. Looking back at Morgana, the truth clicked into place. The silver-haired woman smiled, her eyes glowing with an unnatural, sickly purple light. She was not just a warrior. She was something far more dangerous. What the fuck! The game had just changed.

"You've seen the paintings?" "Before he caught me. Before he threw me in the dungeons." The memory made my chest tight. "She was beautiful. But there was something in her eyes. Something that looked like pain." Morgana was quiet for a long time. When she finally spoke, her voice carried the weight of centuries. "I knew Seraphina." The words hit me like cold water. "You knew her?" "She was my student. Before Silas. Before she became the Shadow Queen." Morgana stared at the floating flower, her expression distant. "She was remarkable. Powerful beyond imagining. Kind beyond reason."

I gasped, clutching at my ribs as the heat inside me surged. “Lily!” Alex’s voice was frantic now, his hands gripping my shoulders. “What’s happening?” “I don’t know,” I stammered, my vision blurring. Morgana’s laughter grew louder, her voice rasping. “Oh, how delicious. You don’t even know, do you?” “Know what?” Alex snapped, turning to her. “She’s more than she seems,” Morgana said, her eyes glinting with malice. “She’s not just a mate. She’s…”

Agatha addressed Morgana without hesitation, "Morgana, your complexion seems unusually pale today. Do share the name of your foundation; I simply must try it." Morgana's laughter echoed through the chamber, a chilling melody of mockery and malice. "Ah, Agatha, my dear," she cooed, her voice dripping with artificial warmth and a dark allure. Her gaze, piercing and devoid of all kindness, locked with Agatha's. "Such potential squandered in your sister's shadow." A sly smile curved Morgana's lips as she leaned closer, the air around them growing thick with her brewing enchantments. "The power you hold, it's potent, raw—familiar to my own. Join me, Agatha. Together, we're destined to reign supre

Merlia said tersely as she took her now startled friend with her to the dorm, ignoring his smiley look as they closed the door behind them. Skye however now seeing that they wouldn’t help resumed his search for Anberine. ~ “What is wrong with you?” Morgana asked sharply as she slammed the door shut, not caring that this would attract attention. “He can’t just hurt her and expect us to take it!” Morgana added crossly. “That’s the thing” Merlia replied softly as she saw Helga and Perceval’s worried expressions. “I think the spell has worked” Morgana blinked in surprise, not truly understanding how this was possible given that they followed the instructions carefully.

"I swear to you Kael I had nothing to do with a mage attacking. I did not even know there was a mage involved in any of this." "Then tell me the truth about everything else" I said. I walked toward her until we were face to face. "No more lies. No more half truths. Tell me exactly what you have been doing and who hired you." Morgana looked at me for a long moment. Then her shoulders slumped and she started crying. "Fine" she said. "I will tell you everything. But you are not going to like it." "Talk" I ordered. "I was hired by a consortium of Northern Territory nobles" Morgana admitted. "They paid me fifty thousand gold to come here and cause problems for you and Elvanya."

She was more nervous than usual, which she attributed to Arthur's presence. The lights in the club were turned off and the screen was turned on. A woman with long black hair down to her waist, olive skin, and natural makeup appeared on the screen. She was dressed only in a dark robe that made it seem as if she was wearing nothing else. Only a necklace with the large pendant of a bow adorned her neck. It was not only sensuality that was present in her, but elegance as well. And that was really what Morgana's message was. The simple could be elegant as well.

As she stepped into the bright torchlight of the hall, she lowered her hood, revealing her face to the assembly. ​It was Sera, Lucan’s former concubine. ​The moment her eyes landed on the woman, Morgana’s pale face flushed with an ugly, toxic rage. Any shred of her remaining restraint completely shattered. She lunged forward, stopped only by the invisible weight of Dorian's lingering pressure, and began to scream at the top of her lungs. ​"You?!" Morgana shrieked, her voice cracking into a vicious, ragged edge as she pointed a trembling finger. "You wretched, ungrateful whore! How dare you show your face here?! You pathetic, low-born traitor!"

She was wearing a white coat, her dark hair loose, eyes gleaming with that same cold amusement I’d seen before. For a heartbeat, everything around me went silent. “M-Maxwell,” I whispered. “Look.” He turned sharply, but in that instant, she was gone. Just… gone. Only the empty driveway stretched before us, sunlight glinting off the hood of our car. “Regina?” Maxwell’s hand was on my back. “What is it?” “She was there,” I said, my voice shaking. “Morgana. She was standing right there.” He scanned the area, his eyes hard. “You’re sure?”

She is accompanied by a young, bewildered palace guard whom she has dragged along by his leather sleeve. “Leslie?” Morgana asks, her eyes widening. “What are you doing here? You shouldn't be in the royal wing.” Leslie stops in front of her, panting heavily. The moment her eyes take in Morgana's transformation, the flowing silver hair, the flawless makeup, and the sheer red silk beneath the heavy cloak, tears instantly well up in her eyes. ‘Oh, my dear,” Leslie chokes out, reaching up to gently touch Morgana’s cheek. “You look so beautiful. You look like a true queen.”