Merlin And Morgana Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“That was just the first part of the message. He knew you wouldn’t agree, so here’s the rest: Malric is coming for you. His rogues will come over your walls and tear through your warriors, your elders, your children. There will be nothing left of Silvermoon when he’s done. He’ll make an example out of you. Are you sure you won’t reconsider kneeling?” Kael moved toward Morgana faster with his claws out. Just as he reached her, the smell of charred sage filled the air, and a cold shimmer rippled around Morgana. When I blinked, she was gone. "I guess not," Morgana laughed, her laughter echoing for a moment before fading. I looked at Camilla. Her face was pale, her lips tight, but her eyes were

Goddess, I'd missed that sound. I kissed her neck, lingering there for a moment, breathing her in. Her fingers tightened in my hair. Then she whispered something that made every muscle in my body lock. “I, Morgan Elizabeth Miller, want to be marked by you, King Damian Khallowells.” I slowly lifted my head. Her expression wasn't playful anymore. “Morgan.” “I mean it.” Bruce went completely fucking silent. For once. I searched her eyes. Not because I didn't want it. Goddess knew I did.

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