Morgan Fate Novels & Stories

“I’ll take care of her.” His answer came without hesitation. “I won’t let her lift a finger.” The doctor gave a small nod before walking away. And the moment he was gone, Alan finally broke. He sat back down in the hospital corridor chair and buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking slightly. The fear hadn’t left his body yet. He had almost lost them. Hazel’s father sat beside him quietly before placing a hand on his shoulder. “She’s strong.” Alan swallowed hard and nodded, eyes red. “I know…”

Marybelle says, raising her wand and casting two spells—the first to make the bodies rapidly decompose, and the second to wipe the memories of any neighbors who just saw what happened. I want to go back inside for Sara's body, but I know that's foolish. There isn't time. There are probably more Silver Hunters on their way here now. They're like an infestation on the earth. You can take some out, but more always arrive. We hurry to the car, parked down the street. As we climb into it, I can feel the weight of Sara's death heavy on my shoulders. I glance at Davis, who is driving. His jaw is set, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. He's thinking the same thing I am: we need to find Winter.

"Do you know anything else about my mom? Anything that could help me understand what's happening to me?" Nora shakes her head. "I wish I did. I only knew her for a short time before she disappeared. I'll tell you the little bit that I do know. But we have to focus on the Silver Hunters first. They're a threat to everyone, especially you." I nod, understanding the urgency of the situation. "My dad--he's not dead. I saw him. He came to me as a --like an astral projection. More than once." Her eyes widen. "What?"

He replied that he also had difficulty speaking because of the tightness of his grip on his neck. "Last chance. I will let you live, who planned this?” he shouted angrily at him. “Wait, Azrael. The council! They are in charge of it. You cannot leave the organization because of how much you know. We are not mad at you, it's just a mission. I hope you understand, Azrael,” He replied. He was depressed and felt cold because of what he heard. It was as if he had been robbed of his life because of what he heard. He thought the council would accept his retirement but it would be the end of his life.

He was wearing a bright coloured shirt so Brian saw bloodstains slowly dripping from the back of his head to his shirt. Henry was almost connecting his hand to the door handle when he turned around to face Brian. "One last thing, I know feelings cannot be forced but I would rather kill you than allowing that sweet innocent girl to get involved with you. You don't deserve love, mercy or care. You deserve hate and bitterness and you also deserve to end up with the likes of Kayla and Aura." Henry said, then took his leave, slamming the door behind him.

The ground quivered underneath my feet. I noticed Sienna chanting as well. Several undead armies slipped out of the cracks in the ground. “Kill them, kill her.” She thundered with blazing eyes. “Immotus!"(Motionless) Maya yelled. "Praetervolo!"(Vanish) The armies halted, then vaporised one after the other. “N-noo. T-this can't be.” Sienna stuttered. The people I had called on appeared. They each touched my shoulder, and with each caress, I felt a power surge.

“Why is that?” “I hate it when they say that when you were inside the womb of your mother, your fate has already been established. For example, I was fated to fall in love with a rich guy or I’m fated to die after birth. Yes, my fate has already been drawn but I’m the only one who can change it. Why do you suddenly ask about it?” “Do you believe in unexpected fate?” My forehead wrinkled as I face him. he glanced at me before turning her gaze on the road. “What do you mean by unexpected fate?”

Irish asked. "Yeah" Damn. "Goodnight" He kissed her cheeks. "Good night" She sighed. __Next Day__ Morgab returned home drunk in the afternoon,in celebration of the MAI pharmaceuticals contract he had been awarded. He smiled happily as Irish and some bodyguards helped him to his room. They placed him on the bed and left, leaving Irish with him. "I won it!" He laughed but Irish was less concerned. She was sad she'll be leaving without really knowing if Morgan is involved in Carrle's death cause obviously he's drunk and will be sober by night or tomorrow.

A shiver ran down my spine, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I forced myself to ask the question that had been burning in my mind. "If he can't die... What will happen to him?" I was terrified of the words I would hear, but I needed to know. Lord Mortis's expression turned grave, his eyes clouding over with a mixture of sadness and fear. "Normally, it would have been nothing. He'd live for centuries, century after century. But now, if he continues down this path of self-destruction... He'll just go feral. He'll shift to his beast form and never return." His voice dropped to a whisper, and his next words his next words felt like a punch in the gut, my body growing cold. "And that fate, is wo

And yet, for all my grief, suspicion began to whisper. The night she died was not clean. Morgan was circling me for days, something was not right. I pushed him. I can't hope. Hope was cruel compared to Death. A knock at the door broke the cycle. "Come in," I muttered. Morgan stepped inside, his hair moist with rain, a laptop strapped to his chest. There was tension about him, faster than normal. Morgan flourished in crisis, but tonight there was an urgency that disturbed me. "You need to see this," he said, setting the laptop down in front of me.