Merlin Morgana Dresses Novels & Stories

The idea was perfect…keep her near, under my roof, where I could watch every move, slip something into her wine when the moment was right, find the one weakness centuries hadn’t erased. I will kill her. I swear on my life. Morgana laughed…low, amused, the sound slithering down my spine. “Oh, sweet child,” she said, patting my cheek again like I was a slow-witted pup. “Worry about keeping yourself in shape, not me. These old bones of yours are starting to sag in all the wrong places. As for blending in…” She stepped back, smoothed the plain servant’s dress she wore, and gave a little twirl that made the fabric swirl innocently. “I have the perfect cover.”

“Grandma, you’re the one who personally designed this dress?’ Not only was everyone shocked and embarrassed; even Melanie was astonished. Madam Morgan had been a famous fashion designer in the international circle some years ago. Everything that she designed, whether it be outfits or jewelry, were all very popular among the aristocrats. However, she hadn’t produced any new works for a long time. Nobody expected that she would personally design a dress for Melanie! How could that be? Grace’s fingernails pierced into her palms. Just what was the relationship between Melanie and the Morgans? She had sent many of her men to investigate it, but she couldn’t find anything!

My shoulders sagged, my head lowering as I turned, only for my heart to jolt violently when I caught sight of the figure before me. “Morgan?” I gasped, her name slipping out like a breath I couldn’t hold back. She stood tall in a gown of red and gold that shimmered under the light, her lips painted a deep crimson that curved into a knowing smile. Behind her, Rubbie and Quilly loomed like having another Thalia at her back. “Morgan…” Rubbie drawled, clapping her hands slowly, each clap echoing with mockery. “Her guts have gotten a bit too big, don’t you think?”

She barely had enough energy to cry, and yet, she wept, her shoulders rocking up and down, breathy sobs coming out of her. "My dress hissed and swished with each step as I walked towards him. I told myself I would be OK. If I just had my mate, I would be OK. So I took it. Every comment, every snide remark, every dress that never flattered me, every task that belittled me. I took it all." Alpha Riven looked up at the moon, giving her a bit of privacy as she blew her nose and continued. "Morgana herself, wore the most beautiful gown I had ever seen. Of course they were still on the color of her temple clothes, but they were so beautiful and form fitting, you'd think she was the one marrying.

But he wasn’t alone. A tall, slender woman trailed at his side, her arm looped through his, with a proud smile on her lips that seemed almost unnatural. Morgana. Even her name carried weight—a whisper from a bitter past. She was dressed in deep crimson robes that clung to her frame, standing out sharply against the dark stone of the hall. Aveline’s heart sank, the color like a scar on the once familiar world she knew.

"So, finally you changed your mind." Drake smiled sweetly at the woman in front of him. Morgana was dressed in a tube down that leaves her upper body bear to the eyes, already gathering attention to them, as those around them couldn't take their eyes off her. Her silver hair was beautifully styled and pinned at the back of her head to stop it from causing obstructions to her gorgeous skin. She was dressed to kill and people are mentally being slaughtered. Her long lashes fanned seductively as she responded to the beautiful man in front of her.

A need for him to touch every part of my skin. A need for him to plant his lips on mine and never stop. A need for him to be inside me and thrust until we're both a sweaty mess. I get up quickly and place my knees on both sides of him so I'm now straddling him and he places his hands on my hips which sends electricity up and down every vein in my being. "Fuck.. Morgana..." He groans and I feel him get hard underneath me and my core is seeping with warmth. My gown is pretty easy to take off so I slip out of it easily until I'm in just my bra and panties.

Morgana said to Amelia, completely ignoring Sharon's greetings, which made Amelia feel quite off but she didn't inquire further at that moment. Morgana signalled one of the attendees, who was holding a huge bag in her hand. The attendee stepped forward and Morgana took that back from her. “Tomorrow is your and Callum's wedding celebration gathering and I want you to wear this dress for the gathering, Amelia,” Morgana extended the bag towards Amelia with a polite smile on her face. Amelia took the back from her. “Thank you,” she thanked Morgana, smiling, believing it to be a gift from Morgana.

“You know, I’ve waited years for this moment.” Morgana’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. She rose from where she’d been perched on the arm of the couch, smoothing down her red dress—the one that cost more than most people’s monthly rent. The one Kieran had bought her last month, claiming it was a thank-you gift for helping close some deal. How had I been so blind? “Years of watching you parade around like you belonged here.” She circled me slowly, a predator sizing up wounded prey. “Playing dress-up as the Luna, hosting those pathetic dinner parties, pretending you had any idea how to navigate Alpha society.”

I wear the blue high heels, too. "Shameless," finally, Morgana speaks. " H—how can you do that!" she shrieks. I ignore her and go to the closet. I look in the mirror, admiring the lovely blue dress. It is floor-length with a low neckline and an open back. It sits perfectly on my body. How did he know my measurements? I put my hair in a bun and wear some powder, blush, and lipstick, as I don't know how to do my makeup well.