Merlin Morgana Novels & Stories

We were unstoppable together, our connection giving us strength, our love fueling our fight. But even as we fought, I could feel the dark presence of Morgana drawing closer. The air grew thick with her magic, a heavy, oppressive weight that seemed to suffocate everything in its path. And then, she appeared. Morgana stood at the edge of the battle, her eyes glowing with an eerie, unnatural light. Her hair, once dark and regal, now seemed to shimmer with a dark aura, like an extension of her twisted power. She raised her hand, and the earth trembled beneath our feet.

Twelve warriors, Kael beside me, Marcus on my other side, Reyna behind with her hand on her weapon. The woman standing at the territory’s edge was not what I’d built in my imagination. I’d been imagining Vivian — that precise, managed quality, the clinical distance. Same generation, same training, the same twenty years of building toward something. Morgana was nothing like Vivian. She was older, that was visible — mid-sixties, perhaps, with white hair that hadn’t been managed toward youth and silver-gray eyes that held the accumulated experience of someone who had seen a great many things and had stopped being surprised by most of them. Tall, elegant in the way of someone whose bearing was a

When, he looked around, and he using the memory of his researches he remembers about his researches that both Circe and Vandal Savage were bisexual. Now, he thought otherwise of Morgana, she was as perverted and invasive as they were. Everything he gathered and the information he obtained, what he investigated over the centuries, about Magic to June Moon e, Morgana, Circe, Trigon and Vandal, to which he had several lovers of various genders and so it would not be news if at some point he would want a steady relationship. Well, to be honest, he discovered that Morgana lived in Avalon, there was no lack of men and women at her feet and she must take advantage of that.

"I am M-" "Morgana Araton, and you are fucking incredible."

There's something calculating and dangerous in her divine gaze that makes even Morgana shift uncomfortably under the weight of that supernatural attention. Damon has already recovered slightly from his ordeal, and he lifts up his head to take in the strange image of Morgana and Serena standing approximately six feet apart, gazing at each other with a peculiar kind of recognition that makes his heart lurch painfully in his chest. He finds himself still trying to understand exactly what is happening in this surreal situation when Morgana slowly begins making her way toward Serena with reverent steps. "I always knew that this momentous occasion was coming," Morgana continues, her voice thick wi

She whispered as she stared at the General’s charred remains still emanating wisps of smoke. “Well, I’m pretty sure we can all agree that he had it coming,” Morgana said testily as she dusted her hands clean. “Why my sisters and I were helping him in the first place, I have no idea... I guess I became too fond of him and blind to the monster he was becoming, but I’m glad that I put was able to put a stop to it after all,” She admitted softly, lifting up her head to shoot Kendra a sad smile. Kendra could see the tears in her eyes. It hadn’t particularly been an easy feat for her after all like it had seemed.

My eyes strayed to Morgana and this time our gazes met, she smiled and mouthed, ‘Give me what I want Andrea. Never! Think Andrea, think! I hit my head as I tried coming up with any favorable thing that can be able to help us win this fight. “Andrea.” My head snapped to see Jocelyn running to me. “You have to kill Morgana.” She whispered, blasting the dead rogue that was making its way to us. “Huh?” I asked perplexed. “The only way to kill these things is by killing Morgana, she is linked to them, and liking her means killing them all.” She explained, and my eyes widened in excitement.

He caressed her face again. - You should come around more often. Practice a little with the rest of us, beat Beatrice. She hates you, you know. - Everybody hates me. I'm the strongest and no one bosses me around, unlike all of them. Daryl smiled again, holding her chin tightly and kissing Morgana's lips softly. Then he looked into her eyes. - That's why I love you, my love. Morgana rolled her eyes and left the room. She had work to do and it wasn't just breaking a neck or taking a shot. She would have to infiltrate the enemy camp well.

He's not someone to joke with his health, but first, he would discuss it with his friend. ******** Meanwhile, as soon as Drake stepped out of the room and shut the door, his cat had slowly transformed into a very beautiful lady with glowing brown skin. Her brown mane reached down to her waist, shining beautifully, just like her skin. It was the same lady that goes around with the priest to recruit their kind to fight against Morgana and the rest of the royal family. The same girl turning everything upside down and effortlessly ruining people with her schemes. The one that caused Morgana to be living as a maid. The one that betrayed her.

“They are the portals by which the gods touch this world and direct us as to their will. I believe that Morgana isn’t just any ordinary emissary, whose role is simply to continue the genetic lineage, but Morgana is The Emissary of the mother goddess, the moon goddess, the Morrigan, mother of war, fate, and fertility, of wolves and ravens, shapeshifter, and escort of the dead.” “Look around you,” Aaron said with fervency. “We are in a time of war, between the supernatural and humankind, with werewolves and f-king zombies. And she’s pregnant again,” he gestured to Aislen triumphantly. “She was born in the year of the Griffin, maiden born in crone, on the day of Ash. Thanks to your f-king pack