Merlin Morgana Novels & Stories

MORGANA FOSTER Morgana: Sorya, we need to talk. Morgana: Please answer me as soon as possible, I need some answers! Sorya hasn't answered me. I'm unhappy and slightly irritated. Everything these days is getting on my nerves. It must be my damn fertile period approaching again.

Then, as if remembering something, she turned to the girl in green and said loudly, “Miss Morgana, didn’t you say you would win the chess competition at Chess Club and get the seven-colored glass bead? What happened? Did you lose to my sister?” The girl, Morgana, turned pale at the mention of Chess Club. Earl Steele’s only daughter, Morgana, was spoiled and arrogant, with a bad temper. Worse, she had learned martial arts from Earl Steele and had no control over her strength. When angered, she would lash out indiscriminately. Being praised for her chess skills, she was naturally indignant about being surpassed by Miranda. If provoked further, she would definitely lose her temper and attack Mi

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."

I staggered, caught by Damon. “Morgana?” Mordecai’s face had gone pale. “That’s impossible. She died twenty years ago.” “Who is Morgana?” I demanded. “Your mother’s sister,” Maren said quietly. “Your aunt. She was exiled for forbidden experiments involving bonding wolves against their will. The Council sentenced her to death, but she disappeared before the execution could be carried out.”

Dragons flew overhead reigning fire down upon the other flying creatures, and Raeann couldn’t tell who was on whose side. A bright flash in the air captured her attention and winging their way straight into battle were three magnificent white dragons. A woman rode on the back of one, and she jumped from a great height landing effortlessly on the ground before she shook off her hood and proudly gazed around. Her beauty stunned wizards, werewolves, and demons alike, and she used this to cut ruthlessly through her enemy before they knew what was happening. There was something hypnotizing in the lethal way she moved, faster than a wolf, stronger than a witch, and with a start, Raeann realized sh

But underneath, she was terrified. "I love you," she said. "Xavier, I love you. I'm sorry I ran. I'm sorry I didn't trust you." "Don't say goodbye," I begged. "This isn't goodbye. I will find you. I swear it." "You can try," Neon said. "But Morgana's domain is hidden by magic older than any pack. You'll never find it. You'll spend the rest of your life searching for a mate who no longer exists." He paused at the gates, turning back one last time. "Oh, and Xavier? This entire thing our alliance, the poison, the attack, Morgana planned it all. She's been watching Thelma since the girl was reborn. Every choice, every decision, every moment has been guided toward this. You never had a chance of

Alexis was standing in the Terminus looking at the Departure Board and frowning, ‘Why the fuck does she want to go to Cornwall? He wondered out loud turning to Morgana, ‘Alexis, do you not know your history of England? Have you never heard of King Arthur and the Great Warlock Merlin?’ Alexis shook his head smiling, ‘Are you going to give me a history lesson now Morgana?’ He chuckled and she frowned back at him not amused,

"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?"

Merlia said tersely as she took her now startled friend with her to the dorm, ignoring his smiley look as they closed the door behind them. Skye however now seeing that they wouldn’t help resumed his search for Anberine. ~ “What is wrong with you?” Morgana asked sharply as she slammed the door shut, not caring that this would attract attention. “He can’t just hurt her and expect us to take it!” Morgana added crossly. “That’s the thing” Merlia replied softly as she saw Helga and Perceval’s worried expressions. “I think the spell has worked” Morgana blinked in surprise, not truly understanding how this was possible given that they followed the instructions carefully.

“I don’t understand why you need Arlo at all. What do you want from him? And why bring this Morgana back? Seems to me she outstrips you in power, won’t she just push you aside and take over the way Lilith did?” Maelor smiles again, looking at me like I’m his favorite pet, performing a trick for attention. “I worked on Morgana’s resurrection spell very carefully. If she makes any move against me, she’ll return from where she came immediately. I don't think she'll be too keen to go back there. Her immense power will be mine to aim where I choose.”