Morgan Fate Novels & Stories

“But my question still stands.” She brushed her foot across the sand, creating a small avalanche down the dune. “Where is my mother?” “That, my child, is unknown… for now. But believe me—if she were truly gone, we would know. Let that give you some comfort.” Charlene swallowed hard. “I have another question.” “Go ahead.” “Why are demons suddenly interested in the realm?” “A Fate has made them promises.” She froze. “What Fate?” “One named Torrock.” Charlene’s stomach turned. “Why would he do that?”

Sienna froze for a moment, then sneered, "Fine, search away! There's no way Callum would take something like that!" Dad nodded to calm the situation. "Alright, then we'll search everyone. Martha, you search Vy. Caleb, you search Mr. Lockwood." The housekeeper, Martha Harper, reached into my pocket. Sienna stared at Martha's hand, a smile already creeping onto her face. The pop-up messages scrolled: [Just admit it quickly, or you'll lose your parents' trust forever.] However, when Martha's hand came out, it was completely empty. "There's... nothing here." Martha looked stunned.

I wish he would never return or I would end up hearing that he got into an accident and died on the spot. I remember when I would sit served by the windowsill almost every night talking to the moon goddess about the possible way she would make him die, never to return but every time I seemed to say that prayer he came back home even looking healthy and fresh. I grew tired because I wished all these things to him yet nothing was happening. The moon goddess was by his side and he was growing stronger, becoming more powerful he was intoxicated by power. It was obvious, I saw it in his eyes. I just don't know when this started or if it has something to do with the organization he had joined. All

The absolute malice was almost smothering. Trembling from the effects of her encounter with the intense emotions, MIra stepped away from the ruins. Remembering something else, she gasped and put her hand over her mouth and gazed at the ruins in a new light. A strange, soul-deep sorrow overtook her and she began to mourn. For what, she couldn't really say. But she felt the sorrow in the depths of her soul. Then she realized. Soulmates had died here. Together. It was the sorrow that she had felt. The beast of the castle had lost his love in a final battle and his grief had caused his death. What that beast had been was unknown to her and she was intrigued with the idea that a race of something

I don’t need to look to know Rafe, Finn, and Lucy won’t let me go far without them. Ouch. I groan as I scrape my knee after being knocked down. I’m pushed and knocked around more times than I can count on what should be a quick trip to the rock. A smoky haze fills the air as dawn’s early light adds an unsettling glow to the fire coming through. Thankfully, that haze carries the pungent smell of the burning forest, covering the smell of carnage all around me. I have to step over dead bodies that are bleeding out, some are missing limbs, and a few are even without their heads. A tightness in my chest has me blinking back the sting in my eyes as I see some of our own among the fallen.

Much less, he was relieved to know that there was no one who’d give him a curt eye if he stopped by at his old abode to greet his mother. “Something the matter with you, feisty Sire?” Imposing her question as a demand, Alisha kneeled infront of Ashton; tossed the magazine aside and rested her head on his lap. Alisha had managed to hold him up since his father's demise while he'd become more aloof. It has been a great mystery of how the gray haired Walker had survived for five years after the end of his legacy. Needless he'd been abrasive to Ashton's efforts to obtain his forgiveness, and soon, he'd passed away in his sleep digging a hole in Ashton's chest.

"Lord Oceanus. If one day, he truly awakens from the sarcophagus…" "Please, convey one last message to him for me: For a mortal, once a chapter is closed, it is closed for a lifetime. Let us be as two constellations that drift apart in the river of stars, never to cross paths again. For all eternity, we must never meet again." With that, I turned away from the sleeping god in the sarcophagus, the one I had once loved to the point of being shattered to pieces. I turned, faced the blinding morning sun, and walked away.

Edmund panicked, his mind was not functioning well, so her asked Morgan to explain everything in detail, he needed to know if what he had planned was right or not! “Ok, so hear me out!” Said Morgan and started explaining his plans one after another. The first thing he wanted was to declare Lucy Tang dead in front of the world and perform the last rights as soon as possible, the body must be cremated so that no one could create problems in the future. ====

Rogue King Kargon’s POV Morgana walked into my office without knocking. I poured her a glass of bourbon and handed it over. “For you to forget your manners, this must be serious.” She took the glass and drank quickly, wincing at the burn. “Jason is dead,” she finally said. I set the bottle down. I wasn’t surprised. Jason was unstable and reckless. My wolf had mocked me for working with him. He knew Jason would fail, and now I’d have to listen to him gloat for days.

I said. “Oh, Margo's dead.” His eyes told me I would be too, if I didn't do what he wanted. “I'm so sorry to hear that,” I said to him. He fixed his eyes on mine. “I'm not. Her time was past due.” With one last wave, he left. Blaine turned to me as soon as Morgan was gone. “What was that all about?” He asked. I briefly wondered if he'd heard anything but discarded the idea. He couldn't have. “What do you mean?”