Morgan Fate Novels & Stories

She's alive" He added, waiting for a reply, but there was silence on the other end. "She's somewhere in B City...Ariel is alive" Magnus added. And then his phone beeped, She had disconnected the call. Smirking evil, he wiped an imaginary drool from the corner of his lips. Gray mansion... "Oh my, madam shouldn't be doing this" Yara said, feeling a bit embarrassed. Their madam was really too kind, helping them do some chores at home. Even when they kindly rejected her help, she would still insist until they couldn't reject anymore. Madam was kind and humble. She didn't bully them, unlike the madams of other elite families. Some of them would throw their weights around, asking the maids to wash

Still, that hat left blood on the soil and a hole in my world. My mother died shielding Luna Series and Young Kieran. She held off two wolves while injured, but a third one sank its teeth into her throat. I still remember the scent of blood in the air. I remember my father’s scream. He fought harder than I’ve ever seen anyone fight. Five wolves came at him when he leapt to protect Alpha Dorian. He held them off long enough for the other warriors to reach them. But when my mother’s tether broke, when the bond between them shattered, something inside him cracked. He faltered.

I watch as she's rejected by the people of her fire station. I see her transform and fly to the forest. I see through her eyes as her gaze meets mine. I watch as her heart breaks to hear I am dying. I look upon myself with new eyes in her view. I feel her surrender as she gives me her blood to save my life. I see the resolve knowing that she will lose everything. When the screen freezes I see Magma with her closed as she lays with me in the grass. Her heart beats slow in my ears. Suddenly the screen of her life flashing before my eyes goes black. I wipe the tears from my cheek and jerk against the hand that lands on my shoulder.

She paused and smiled at me for a moment before continuing, still tracing my palms with her fingers. "However, tragedy struck after some months. The Alpha and Luna were mysteriously killed, and the pack was thrown into mourning. Their girl child, though alive, disappeared into oblivion. The Villeyfield pack had no choice but to elect the Beta of the pack as the new Alpha. That was Donald's father."

I knew that face. I had seen it in photographs. In the framed print that sat on the credenza in Lucian's Miami office, the one he never referenced and never removed. An older architecture of the same jaw, the same gray eyes, the same quality of stillness that read as calm and meant something entirely different. Silas Morgan. Dead for ten years. Buried in a memorial service in Geneva after a private plane went down over the Atlantic with no survivors and no wreckage ever recovered.

The fear I had felt toward Marco eased slightly, and an absurd thought surfaced unbidden. He was... kind of cute? I hurriedly crushed that thought. Thinking that the Moretti family's most ferocious Caporegime was cute would make anyone think I had lost my mind if they heard it. That man who could scare children into crying had nothing to do with the word "cute". In my previous life, he had terrified Vivian so badly that she suffered nightmares every night and nearly chose to end her life. That was why, in this life, she would rather risk being mistakenly killed by our enemies than be rescued by him.

"Your time for regret is over! Your time to make things right was up when I saw a remote-controlled car in your car that day. And you know what? It wasn't my name on it. It was Edward Morris!" "That's it! Get out of my room, and don't you dare step foot in here again. Get out while I still consider you a human being on this earth. I've kept you around all this time because I still think you're my grandfather's favourite son, the man who kept me company until his last breath, who unfortunately was in the apartment of a young woman who was his new plaything! Please come out, honourable Mr Sebastian Morris!" Morgan suppressed every word he said to the man who drained every drop of blood from hi

we were fated together for a reason. My eyes darted over my mate, laying upon the grass, unmoving, my heart aching at the damage this mess has created. “Mark her Roc.” My friend's voice was rough, tears threatening in the way he spoke, and I knew in that moment he was sensing worse than I wanted to know.

He stayed locked in his room for a whole month completely forgetting the fact that he has a little precious daughter who also lost her mother. There was no one to console the little girl except for their middle aged maid whom she called Sami as her name was Samantha. Eleanor was shattered. In this big palace like a cold home, her only warmth was her mother who also left her. Eleanor being a child didn't know what death meant so Samantha explained it to the little child that her mother went to God and will now live in a beautiful place called heaven and will watch her from there. Eleanor being a child requested Samantha to take her to that heaven to her mother which brought tears in Samantha'

I had an inkling but I wanted to confirm. “It was the rogues.” Disgust laces her voice like venom. “The problem is, they think they’ve killed him. They think they’ve won. It won’t be long until they attack again for the last time.” I sigh. This battle with the rogues seemed to be never ending. We haven’t had a moment of peace for months and our warriors were slowly dwindling. “Zak...” My mother’s voice was soft as she placed her hand on my shoulder, gently pulling me away from El. “They are more than likely going to hold a council meeting to decide what to do with her.” I stand, crossing the room so that we wouldn’t disturb her.