Merlin And Morgana Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Amphion’s anxiety is spiking and his thoughts are running wild, I keep close enough to him to make sure I don’t need to get him out of there. We spot Morgana standing talking to Desirey and two of the higher ranking warriors. Morgana is all smiles and hand gestures as she laughs at something one of the men had said. I feel Amphion’s shift from nervous to anger as he gets closer. ‘Remember she can’t feel the bond, this is about getting to know her as a person without the bond’ I say to him through the mind-link, hoping to get him to relax a bit.

she continued, her voice rising with despair and anger, “I never wanted him. I’ve always loved Greg—Lila’s father! He was the one I wanted, the one I loved. But he left me after everything that happened, and now Anderson is gone too! I’m left with nothing!” I was taken aback, struggling to process her words. The revelation about Greg, Lila's father, was a twist I hadn't anticipated. My insides were suddenly boiling with conflicting emotions. Part of me felt a pang of pity for Morgana, seeing her so broken and vulnerable. But a bigger part of me knew that she definitely deserved to be alone. Morgana took a step forward, her face twisted in fury, and suddenly raised her hand as if to strike me

Not with whatever drugs still crawling through her veins. Morgana took a step closer, her eyes flicking over me, over Regina. “You think this is love, Maxwell? This... sickness?” She tilted her head, almost pitying. “You should’ve let her stay lost. It was the only mercy she had left.” I tightened my hold on Regina, feeling her tremble against me. “You won’t touch her again.” “Oh, I won’t have to,” Morgana said softly. “You brought yourself to us.”

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

“I know you always want something in return. This isn’t just about helping me.” Morgana’s lips curved into a smirk. “Of course it isn’t. But our goals align, don’t they? You want your power back, and I want something that will help me in my own pursuits. We don’t have to trust each other; we just have to make a deal.” I shook my head, struggling to keep my frustration in check. “No. I’ll figure out my power on my own—with my mate.” At that, Morgana’s smirk faltered, replaced by a look of surprise. “Your mate?” she repeated, her gaze narrowing. “And who, exactly, is this mate of yours?”

Zayn asked, arms crossed and a wry smile. “He’ll find me, don’t doubt that!" Morgana said with little hope. Zayn uncrossed his arms, got closer to her. Grabbing her wrist, he made her tremble with his touch, as if multiple volts went through her body. Staring into her eyes, he realized she felt it too. Morgana raised her head, tilting her nose. “If you try anything with me, anything at all, I’ll kill you!" “I don’t doubt it. Although the pin isn’t big, my arm hurts a lot. Come with me, let’s talk."

She rolled her eyes and took a sip from her own cup. “Which witch made you this scared?” she asked, watching as I hesitantly took a sip. “The one who stole my fiancé and lied to everyone that they were mates,” I replied bitterly, the memory of Seraphina stinging like a wound that hadn’t healed. “Wait… You’re talking about *Seraphina*?” I stared at her, stunned. “How do you know her?” Morgana set her cup down and met my gaze. “Because Seraphina and I were from the same covenant. I broke away from her the moment I saw the darkness she was chasing. It didn’t sit right with me.”

“I don’t understand why you need Arlo at all. What do you want from him? And why bring this Morgana back? Seems to me she outstrips you in power, won’t she just push you aside and take over the way Lilith did?” Maelor smiles again, looking at me like I’m his favorite pet, performing a trick for attention. “I worked on Morgana’s resurrection spell very carefully. If she makes any move against me, she’ll return from where she came immediately. I don't think she'll be too keen to go back there. Her immense power will be mine to aim where I choose.”

“Serra, are you not sore from last night?” I press myself against him and caress his shoulder, feeling his muscles underneath. Instead of pretending to be happily married in public, I’d rather have sex with him. At least that way, it’s easier despite being emotionally exhausted. I don’t need to pretend that I am enjoying every moment he’s inside me. Besides, I don’t want to be here any longer. These people have seen enough that their Lycan King is finally head over heels with his very ordinary mage wife. “You’re not sore anymore? Should we ask the servants to help you with your clothes?”