Merlin And Morgana Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

She stopped, her eyes glinting with meanness. "What you do not know is that he is not the one looking for a cure.. He is definitely not the only one interested in you." I got really angry. "He is my mate " I said, trying to sound firm. Talon laughed, a mean laugh. "Is that what he calls it? How cute." She got up smoothing her skirt and turned to leave. "Keep an eye on him Mercy.. Better yet keep an eye on your own back. There are things in this school that're much older and much hungrier than a demon prince with a bad heart."

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.

"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.

Her eyes kept flickering between green and red, and I could see Malachar's shadow merging with her body, could see his consciousness trying to take over. "The ritual's almost complete," she said, and she sounded delighted. "In maybe thirty seconds, Malachar will be fully merged with me. We'll be one being. Unstoppable. Eternal. And you—" She pointed at me. "You're going to watch your mate die knowing you couldn't save him." "No," I said simply. And I attacked. Silver magic shot from my hands like lightning, hitting Morgana's shields and making them crack. She stumbled back, surprise crossing her face.

She centered her will, and the reflection gleamed, uncovering a picture of Aveline and Killian standing together, their hands entwined, their faces transmitting cherish and satisfaction. Morgana growled, her envy a venomous serpent coiling around her heart. "They will pay for their resistance," she pledged, her voice dribbling with noxiousness. "I will devastate them both, and Whispering Woods will be mine." She summoned her most trusted advisor, a tricky and tricky wolf named Lucian. He bowed moo some time recently to her, his eyes shining with a vile light. "Lucian," Morgana commanded, "I have an errand for you. An assignment that requires the most extreme tact and cleverness."

Morgana shrugged, “Or maybe she can. She is the Ever Moon Pack’s Alpha’s sister slash Gamma. The Rogue King is her former subordinate. She has hundreds of thousands of soldiers at her command. She can very well tell those two guys to fuck off if she likes.” Aurora rolled her eyes, “Yeah...Tell them to fuck off and start a world war? I don’t think so.” The three of them were lying on lounge chairs on the balcony, enjoying the warm afternoon sun with glasses of iced tea by their hands, while the maids painted their toenails. Morgana just came back from a 3-day trip with Kaelan. Kaelan had shown her the place where he grew up. Rivena was a little skeptical of Morgana when Aurora first introduce