Morgan Fate Novels & Stories

“Where is Mara?” “Dead. Killed three months ago by the same force that has been opening void breaches.” Morgana’s voice was flat, empty of emotion. “I tried to protect her. Failed. Barely escaped myself.” “Why should I believe you? You have tried to kill me multiple times.” “I have. And I would again if I still had my power and you were still my enemy. But circumstances have changed.” Morgana gestured to herself. “I am mortal now. Aging. Dying slowly. The power you stripped away is not coming back. I am no longer a threat to you.”

The Utterance of Hatred Morgan carried Alice into the ambulance. His gaze upon her was a mix of scorching love and extreme exhaustion. Yet, one thing did not leave Morgan’s face: acute vigilance. Although Fiona was dead and Charles had been captured by Marcel, Morgan knew the real danger had not been completely averted: the Angel Network was still amidst the unstable Lazarus Code process. Inside the ambulance, Morgan did not allow the paramedics to touch Alice before examining her himself. He knelt beside the emergency cot, checking the shallow cuts on Alice’s wrists and ankles.

Mortus tied the ropes to my thighs, legs, and hands at inhuman speed. “Last chance, let me go,” I snapped. Mortus took the back of his hand, petting my cheek, ripping my face away as he frowned. “This bond won’t do. Are you ready?” Morgana didn’t say a word, her mumbling chanting as she held the salve between her fingers glowed with a red tint.

“Let me explain it to you. You have something in your body, I don’t know what it is called. This thing has developed into your body and it has become one with you. Those people were after you wants you to die before you can be like them. Mary has died before, you just never knew, this is why Mary wasn’t with you the day you were attacked with the arrow. She knew what was coming and she didn’t want to be with you so her fellow people won’t tell on her. She loves you, I must say. It was sincere.” There goes Morgan digging up what I am trying my best to keep buried. Morgan explained to me that killing me won't work anymore because the thing in me has lived for too long and I am no longer under

Mortis barked, slamming Marlo against the wall, hard enough to shake the paintings hanging there. Marlo struggled for a second, his chest heaving, teeth gritted—but Mortis held firm. "You think this helps?!" Mortis snapped. His voice was usually calm. Hearing him like this—furious and commanding—made the whole room go still. "You think screaming at an unconscious man is going to fix anything?!" Marlo stopped struggling. His hands fell limply to his sides. "You’re wrong, Marlo," Mortis said, his voice lowering but losing none of its intensity. "You're the only damn reason we’re still alive right now."

The next thing he did was to start moving around. Morgan confirmed all his boys are dead, even the leader. “This is bad!” he thought in his head. “This is how I was shocked when I also arrived. Dead men are all that I saw. Veronica was gone,” he said to him. “This is really a big threat. Veronica cannot do this. I believe all this should be from an external party and the only external party that I have in mind is that fool, Ethan!” He vibrated the name with so much disgust.

So that was a nice ticking time bomb if Surt found out. “Well I trust you to have a handle on it. I’m trying to find my way back to you so we can figure this out. But I’m afraid to fly or get a ticket. He keeps finding me and I’d have to wait in a terminal, that leaves me vulnerable. He isn’t afraid to come after me with people everywhere. Frankly he doesn’t give a shit.” Fenrir could hear what Max was saying, and yeah that sounded like Surt. He cared for mortals less than Fenrir did, but he listened closely. This Max was clearly intertwined deeply now like Tamara was. He would not be surprised if their names were now carved into the tree of life by the norns. Mortals who made choices to sha

The young man could do nothing but follow his Dad's command. When everything was done, Mort ended the call and continued the battle without getting rid of the worries for the maiden. He just wanted to finish everything. Get the hell out of this hellish world and be back on her side again. 'Damn it.' Mort cussed on the back of his mind and shot one of his enemies right straight to his forehead. If only he knew that Fergus would destroy everything just because of the unnamed weapon that didn't arrive to him as Vladimir stole it, he should have killed him if he knew ahead Fergus was the one he would have next to battle with.

With his hands wrapped around Sophia, he forgot about Charlotte and the bad news that came with it. Sophia was like opium and he would die an addict to her. Thanks and don't forget to vote. Love y'all.😘😘

She had that tapping language called Morse Code and played the lute that could channel her emotions effectively. She couldn’t regret trusting the mysterious man because she knew he was a liar. Given Mandy’s character, she was more likely to blame herself for her death than him for killing her. Besides, he kept his promise to save her father, even if it was only temporarily. He even returned her heart after her father died and resurrected her. As for the regret of not being able to get revenge, it was clearly invalid. Mandy mourned outside the cottage after his death. If she truly wanted revenge, she would be playing a happy song when the blue mushrooms drowned him.