Merlin And Morgana Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I remained silent, feeling myself gradually freezing as we got closer. "You made me experience something I can't compare to anything I've had before or anyone I've ever known, and I hope I'll have your heart back to me, but please. Please! Don't get involved with someone else, Morgana," he said sadly. "I'm not lying to you. I couldn't bear it when you had the accident. I swear I'm not lying, and one day... One day, you'll believe me." My body shivered at his declaration. His words sounded so sweet as he held me firmly in his arms. I felt torn between the anger and pain he had inflicted and the attraction that still stubbornly persisted in my heart.

“ How do you know her? “ Celina asked back. She didn’t know Morgana had returned. “ Morgana, Leonard's ex-fiancé.” “ I know. I know. Hold on, is she here?” Celina asked, surprised. “ Yes, and right now they are in his room resolving some ex-couple cases. I guess.” “ Oh, I see.” She goes to drop the baby's clothes in the wardrobe. “ Morgana was His majesty’s first lover. They have been having affairs for years before the incident which led to their break up happened.” “ What incident? “ Diana asked.

she whispered to herself. The memory of his tired eyes lingered in her mind. He looked so burdened, so exhausted. And yet, she couldn’t ignore the pang of jealousy she felt knowing Morgana was with him. She clenched her fists, her heart aching with questions she didn’t know how to answer. --- Meanwhile, Valen and Dorian strode quickly through the halls, heading toward the scene of the emergency. “Morgana’s presence was unnecessary,” Valen muttered, his frustration evident.

Amelia replied, refusing to look away. The tension in the cave coiled like a snake, ready to strike. Morgana held Amelia’s gaze for what seemed like eternity, each of them daring the other to break first. Finally, Morgana turned, the movement as fluid as the smoke still swirling at her feet. “Then be gone from here,” she said, her voice rising. “Your time grows shorter by the breath.” Amelia knew she had nothing left to say that would sway the sorceress. Her only hope was the task itself, and the determination that burned inside her.

Morrigan smiled, and I tilted my head, staring at her with curiosity. Meeting her now, she's nothing like what I've heard Lucian and his friends talk about. There's a huge confidence in her, and a scary coldness in her beautiful purple eyes. “You've got to be joking!” She said, shaking her head. “I promise, we are not.” “Lucian, is your nephew. Let's start from there. So I believe that you heard about him mistreating a stranger and decided to help the stranger get revenge on your nephew?”

I gestured licking my lips “Morgana I’m warning you!” “Jeez, should I be afraid? My stepson is warning me. Now listen Micheal let me make something clear to you, six months ago you cheated on Morgana, five years of Morgana’s life you wasted it, you called Morgana a toy you used in blowing off steam, you tricked Morgana and rendered her useless, and finally you killed and buried Morgana. So get it into that empty head of yours that the Morgana you used to know is long dead and gone, the Morgana standing before you right now is a reborn of your wickedness, and mark my words this is just the beginning, I advise you get

He felt that she was still alive with every bone, nerve, and everything inside of his body, mind, and soul. Samael noticed the way Dakota relaxed at the sound of Merryn’s name. If he had not needed Dakota alive, he would have ripped out Dakota’s heart when he realized Dakota had feelings for Merryn. Meri was Samael’s female. She belonged to him. They were already engaged and had been since she moved into Samael’s castle five years ago. Nobody was allowed to touch her, yet Dakota had.

She says in that low sultry voice that never fails to get my blood roaring with sinful pleasures and in three full confident strides, she is at my desk, perching delicately on my thighs. There are so many reasons why this was wrong. Morgana is my cousin. Whilst this wasn't usually an issue in our world amongst our kind, I have a fated mate from the Lunaria Clan, picked out by my father himself for strategic reasons of course. Sylvia Fenris. A red haired innocent looking beauty.

“If you are so interested in sitting on this same chair, wait till we are done, then you can have the space as much as you want.” “No, that isn’t going to happen. You will stand up now,” she stated. “You will have to drag my ass out of the seat because I’m not standing up willingly.” Celyn grabbed her arm in an attempt to drag her off the seat, but she let go almost immediately like it burnt her. “What the hell did you do to me, bitch?” she screamed. “Teaching you not to touch someone unless told,” Morgana replied. “You witch,” Celyn cursed. “How did you know I am one?” Morgana said happily.

I whisper, my voice barely audible above the faint hum of anticipation. Rhaenan struggles to summon a smile, his eyes reflecting a myriad of unspoken emotions. "I'll never forget you, Maerwynn. Remember, you are deadly and strong. A Faebloom." He presses a tender kiss to the back of my hand before vanishing away, leaving me feeling strangely hollow in his absence. Alone in the vastness of the stadium, I tighten my grip on my bow, steeling myself for what lies ahead. Suddenly, five figures materialize in an upper balcony, and my heart lurches at the sight of the most familiar among them—Valen.