Merlin Actress Morgana Novels & Stories

She whispered as she stared at the General’s charred remains still emanating wisps of smoke. “Well, I’m pretty sure we can all agree that he had it coming,” Morgana said testily as she dusted her hands clean. “Why my sisters and I were helping him in the first place, I have no idea... I guess I became too fond of him and blind to the monster he was becoming, but I’m glad that I put was able to put a stop to it after all,” She admitted softly, lifting up her head to shoot Kendra a sad smile. Kendra could see the tears in her eyes. It hadn’t particularly been an easy feat for her after all like it had seemed.

He caressed her face again. - You should come around more often. Practice a little with the rest of us, beat Beatrice. She hates you, you know. - Everybody hates me. I'm the strongest and no one bosses me around, unlike all of them. Daryl smiled again, holding her chin tightly and kissing Morgana's lips softly. Then he looked into her eyes. - That's why I love you, my love. Morgana rolled her eyes and left the room. She had work to do and it wasn't just breaking a neck or taking a shot. She would have to infiltrate the enemy camp well.

Dad says, looking for Morwenna, who is approaching the dais with Niko. “I hope she is, because if I am not given what I was promised…” he leaves his threat hanging. “We will keep our side of the promise,” Mom says, as Dad places a hand on her arm to calm her. “I am Morgana, Queen of Clair De Lune.” Mom says, holding out her hand. Agnarr arches a brow as his eyes rake over Mom, but he does not take her offered hand. “The Vampire Princess who brought peace to this kingdom and the Sanguine Empire. I heard you were once nothing more than a slave.”

She looked at me like she was seeing more than just a young Alpha. “When I met you,” she said softly, “I felt something. A pull. A bond.” She placed a hand over her heart. “I thought it was because of Xander… that maybe your blood still echoed his. But now I know. Mina—Sierra—was my daughter.” Her voice cracked at the end, but she didn’t cry. Neither did I. Because the grief was already inside us. Etched into our bones. “She died not knowing who she truly was,” Morgana continued. “She died thinking she was Lance’s daughter. That was Malakar’s magic. His manipulation. He didn’t just kill her—he erased her.”

Nothing ever did when it came to her. Theron backed into the wall, fingers twitching around the hilt of a blade I knew he’d never reach in time. And through the jagged seam in the air— She stepped. Morganna. No title. No warning. No need. Because she was her own herald. She wore a gown of midnight and teeth, shadows stitched into velvet, blood glinting at the hem. Her hair flowed like liquid ink, threaded with bones small enough to be fae, human, or both. Her eyes—gods, her eyes—were lanterns lit with spite.

She drank it all and licked her lips afterward. "False alarm on the birth huh, damn I was so looking forward to a snack," she mumbled irritatedly and put the glass back and inserted the line back inside. She taped it to the side and glanced over at Morgana. "I shouldn't need your services anymore," she said sternly. Morgana asked for her sister Amora back and the queen laughed."if you can find her you can take her," she said cruelly and turned to go back up the stairs. Morgana growled and waved her hands creating symbols with the arm and directed it at the queen. I watched in fascination as Asilynn froze mid-step. Morgana strode to her and placed her middle and index fingers on her forehead

AZRAEL I was turning away when I heard Morgana shout, I looked back sharply as I sat upon my horse, staring through Olen’s Arch. I knew Morgana no matter what she wore or if her face was covered. She always held the grace and power of an Araton Royal; the way she held her swords, the way she fought and the way she struck down her enemies. She was one of the finest swordsmen of our kind. She was doubled over, gripping her waist as she fought off a Fae. Jaylen, the dick I was talking to and one of the four fae princes, raised his hand, motioning for them to storm through the arch that no longer stood where it once did.