Merlin And Morgana Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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

"Wait—I might have something that can make it a whole lot easier." "How?" "A spell. To change your shape and your scent. Not much, just enough to mess with their scans." I lifted an eyebrow. "A spell? Who casts one on me?" He was grinning. "Remember Old Magda?" "Oh no. Not her. The woman's insane." "She is not insane. She is a morals-unquestioning mystic herbalist," he told me. "She's insane," I told him. "Talented," he said . "Come on, before you wake up to your senses."

Dressed in a slinky deep pink top and black pants, she looked as gorgeous as the first fucking time I saw her… "Xendaya, return his dagger." My fiery little angel, if you could call her one. She furrowed her brow, I think we all fucking knew not to mess with Morgana... But like myself, she loved to challenge her mother. I smirked, picking up my paintbrush and beginning to draw Morgana into my picture, leaving the mother-daughter duo to deal with it. Morwenna wanted me to paint, and although she was supposed to be painting with me, she had gotten distracted by a squirrel.

I said as she fumed in anger. "Oh, cut that crap! Even though I don't want to answer the question, I will do you the favour of answering you cos you might be suffering from amnesia," Morgana said with anger. "Go ahead. I'm listening," I smirked. "First of all, you seduced the Alpha by sleeping with him and worming your way to his heart when he was still mated to me. As if that was not enough, you further convinced him to reject me and make you his Luna. You never gave a hoot about how I will feel or how your evil actions will affect me. After you have succeeded in your scheme, you have the nerves to stand before me to tell me that you don't know the evil you have done?" she screamed.

and pursued me. Once we were together, he took me to donate blood all the time. Each time, I'd have 800ml of blood drawn from me. I stumbled on a rock at that thought and hit the ground. The bandage on my arm was scraped off, exposing a cluster of needle marks. So, Morgan had calculated everything from the moment we'd met. He'd planned on trampling my heart and draining my blood. How could Morgan be so cruel?

"We shall have another fight by sundown tomorrow, until one candidate comes out victorious." A mix of disappointment and relief floods me. Relief because at least I have another chance, and disappointment because I almost took Atlas down. But at least I saw my mate. Everything is worth it. * * * MEREDITH My heart is beating so fast it's almost breaking out of my chest as I watch Zeus try to fight his brother. I want to scream and cheer for him, to tell him that his mate is rooting for him, but instead I just try to move closer to the stage to see him better. To let him see me. . . .