Merlin And Morgana Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

All the pleasure he thought he was giving to the women in the illusion would be felt by Maya, while the ones Drake thought he's getting in return were just illusions. Only Maya benefited from this. The pleasures were real, because she had used herself to form the world she put him in, so that it would feel real and nothing would break it, but Morgana had broken it. She felt a little panicked, because once the fated couple meets, even if they didn't want it, some kind of supernatural force would keep bringing them nearer till they belong to each other. She needs to kill Morgana as soon as possible. It would be hard to enter Drake's mind now, because he would start doubting things he saw, whic

He looked confused and mumbled Goblins as if asking a question. "I know it's crazy isn't it." He nodded and I followed him back up the stairs carrying Amora. I saw Nyx speaking with Morgana. Both of them with their magic spinning wildly around each other. They both looked completely engrossed in their conversation. Keran came up to us and asked if I was alright. I nodded and told him that Morgana was forced to help the queen and destroyed her as well. He glanced over at Nyx and spoke an odd language. "I need Morgana to retrieve my babies from her husband,'' I rushed out and Keran looked at me oddly.

I almost shouted, my voice sharp and defensive even though I didn't want it to sound that way. "There was no need to get defensive, Jet does not love you either" Morgana said inviting herself into the conversation. Yeah, the devil's mistress is back. I thought rolling my eyes. . . . TBC

"Just who do you think you are batting an eye against I, Genevieve Montenegro. Who do you think you are?" " Oh me?" Morgana retorted, taking a few steps away from her and walking majestically around the room, swinging back and forth like a teenager day dreaming. " I love you Faye, I love you so much, please don't ever leave me. You're the only woman I've ever fallen for and will only fall for, please don't break my heart. I don't know what I'd be able to do without you. I can't continue living without you" Morgana said mimicking her husband's voice, exactly the way he sounded the day he had said that to her.

“You cannot win this war without me.” I met her gaze, unflinching. “I’ll find another way.” With a wave of my hand, I felt the Heart respond to my command, its energy pulsing under my control. Morgana’s form began to waver, the shadows around her flickering as I pushed her back into the darkness from where she had come. “No!” she screamed, her voice echoing as her figure faded into the swirling void. “This isn’t over, Seraphina! I will return, and when I do—”

her voice caresses me like a lover as she inches closer, “that would spoil the surprise." "Surprise?" I scoff. "For who? It's no surprise that you plan to torture these poor mortals until you find something better to do." "Now, now, Lord Merlin," she purrs, placing a finger on my chest as she moves to trace my shoulders, circling me like a vulture, "It'll be fun. You see, I gave Morgana a little puzzle to solve. I do hope she is up to the challenge. " She cackles. "Either way, it'll be entertaining to watch."

There's something calculating and dangerous in her divine gaze that makes even Morgana shift uncomfortably under the weight of that supernatural attention. Damon has already recovered slightly from his ordeal, and he lifts up his head to take in the strange image of Morgana and Serena standing approximately six feet apart, gazing at each other with a peculiar kind of recognition that makes his heart lurch painfully in his chest. He finds himself still trying to understand exactly what is happening in this surreal situation when Morgana slowly begins making her way toward Serena with reverent steps. "I always knew that this momentous occasion was coming," Morgana continues, her voice thick wi

Images, voices,began to flood his mind like a broken dam. Morgana watched him. With a sharp flick of her wrist, her fan vanished into the ether, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, it looks like my little obsession has officially hit a dead end," she remarked, her voice dripping with a spicy, nonchalant arrogance. "Let’s just call it what it was: I was pathologically jealous, so I plucked those memories right out of your skull after my failed attempt to erase you from existence. Consider this your lucky day, I’ve restored your pathetic past, so you can go back to being whoever you think you are. Don't expect a parting gift. Goodbye, Ravian."

The witchhy bitch, Morgana, had hurt her, burned her, no doubt mind-raped her…and most likely all while he and Pearl were hiding together in the small cave, waiting for the Red to move on from the standing stones. Again, he’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time. If he had realised the ettin hadn’t stumbled through the vortex accidentally, if he’d been paying attention to the magic fluxes in the air… “I’m sorry.” Pearl gripped his shoulder. Resentment welled up, though he knew it was misplaced. It wasn’t her fault they had gotten off to a rocky start; it wasn’t anyone’s fault. But it all sucked nonetheless. “She was strong,” he grated. “She resisted the mindspeak, tried to hold on to he

, Morgana smiled sweetly, "you should leave and be careful of who you mingle with or should I say seduce girl. Keep your legs closed and far away, very far away from what's mine" "If he's yours then why did he hold me so sweetly", the girl smirked and twirled her hair with her hand. "You were being delusional thinking like that, get out of my sight", Morgana said to the girl lowly, making the girl leave in fear muttering, "weird". Morgana sighed as what she just did came back to her. She didn't want to flame up so much but Marcellus seems to be making things so much hard and frustrating for her and she hated it.