Merlin And Morgana Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

With one forceful shove, he slammed Camelia backward until her back struck the balcony's iron railing. "You lied to me, Camelia!" Morgan shouted, his voice battling against the howling wind, pure fury burning in his chest. Gripping the railing on either side of her, he trapped her within an intimate yet dangerous distance. "You said this morning that you wouldn't tell Vivian about what happened last night. But you lied! You deliberately ruined my relationship!" Camelia grabbed the collar of Morgan's shirt to steady herself, nearly losing her balance over the railing. Her breathing was ragged as she stared wide-eyed at Morgan's hardened, stubborn face.

Seeing her cry , I wiped her tears with my thumb. It's been ages since we last made love. I was always busy with work. Only Morgana came to see me during my leisure time . I remembered all the crazy adventurous things we did together . The time she straddled me on a chair and rode me slowly, with her soft warm nipples in my mouth . Me groping her ass as she rode me real slow , and the feel of her soft moist pussy sliding in and out of my cock. Her putrid moans and her soft lips pressed against mine. She had seduced me severally after I had brought Gwen into the castle . I had finally fallen for it after she made a second attempt. Our sexcapades became frequent, I was already in, there was no

34 – Lauren Meridian Water The darkness felt like a cloak wrapped around my thoughts. The spell casting had drained me, not just physically but emotionally too. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands resting on my knees, as I stared at the faint moonlight seeping through the window. Dark magic left marks on me—not visible to others but etched deep into my soul. A part of me resisted the shadows that lived within me. I felt like an intruder in my own body. Even as a renegade from the Kingdom of Umbra, I wasn’t a creature of darkness, and now my mind was at war with itself.

“So pale.” “She will get plenty of sun here, she will get tan in no time.” The one that had been looking at me through the reflection nodded, glaring at me with her silver eyes. I didn’t look away from her, attempting to play the part of future queen somehow. She narrowed her eyes. “Did he touch you?” I blinked. “What?” “That soldier from Eryndor.” The other twin turned to me. “The one that can’t take his eyes off you.” I shook my head. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”

"You wanted to ruin him so you decided to ruin the one thing he loved the most." "You are correct." "You're fucked up." "I am sister. And I know it. But you're just like me, just like us you don't want to accept it." "I am nothing like the three of you!" I spat. "You are. Think of it. I'm the reason Dante and Morgan split up. The reason for their divorce and the threats. And also a lot of things you don't know about. " He paused looking me over. "Then look at you. You know all these yet you're keeping it from Morgan. Why?"

Kevin gave Morgana a questioning look and I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure out what was going on. After what seemed like hours, Morgana spoke. “Say something,” she said with a smile. My life was a fucking tragedy. Her I was, torn between Damien and Thor, a complicated situation I didn't fully understand, while my best friend had just solidified her bond with the one meant for her. Morgana was so genuinely happy. And I had no choice but to swallow my feelings, muster a genuine smile, and congratulate my friend. "Morgana, this is amazing. I'm so happy for you both." My voice was steady, betraying none of the jealousy or confusion I felt inside.

The chamber was decked with old symbols and relics, implying a link to strong witches who had long been associated with the rogue werewolves. As Luna and her allies dug further into the chamber's mysteries, they came across an ancient journal—a relic from a bygone period. Its pages exposed the rogue conspiracy's actual beginnings. Centuries ago, Morgana's ancestors headed a coven of witches in their attempt to conquer control of the magical realm. Their experiments with memory alteration and the development of the serum caused turmoil and agony, eventually leading to their demise. Morgana, on the other hand, had rekindled their wicked objective, motivated by a passion for power and vengeance

"Morgana? Seriously? What, is Merlin in the hallway getting us some lattes? Look, lady, I’m an academic. I deal in facts, not Arthurian cosplay. Get out before I call campus security." The air in the room suddenly intensified. The temperature plummeted, and the shadows on the walls began to writhe like living things. Morgana’s eyes flashed with a terrifying, violet light. "I took that namesake because it represents power," she hissed, her face contorting with a sudden, violent rage. "Power that men like you could never comprehend. You mock me? You, who whimpers in the dark because your grandfather’s blood is too thin to save you from mediocrity?"

She says and starts her maniacal cackling again before exiting my mind. I see Renz calling my name, I can’t hear him, but this time, I’m not scared. This time I’m ready. “Morgana is on her way here. The rogues are a distraction!” His eyes widen and he starts mind-linking everyone, ‘MORGANA IS COMING! THE ROGUES ARE A DISTRACTION. I NEED WARRIORS ON THE BORDERS AND WARRIORS AT THE PACK HOUSE NOW!’ I look at the vial in my hand and pour some of the portion on my palms and on the outside of my hands. If it’s a fight she wants, a fight she will get.