Morgan Fate Novels & Stories

"There should be another way. There must be another way to do this without you dying." "Laika, I told you my time is up. I have done what I was left alive for all these years. Let me go in peace." "But I cannot kill you." "If you kill me, it will be known that you defeated me." "I cannot." The shrill cry of the Doraco came again, and I looked around the woods and did not see it. Then I looked up in the trees and saw shadowed smoke hovering around the trees. Then it ruffled the trees as it came down at me again. I focused on the spirit, trying to build up my energy. The next thing that happened made me yelp and lose focus. MOLART grabbed my hand, wrapped it around the handle of the small knif

But where the fuck was Grayson? Amber got her answer soon enough in what appeared to have once been an office. The one called Morte, or so Amber guessed, was sitting in an office chair eating pizza and watching a movie on a laptop. Amber soon learned why he was called Morte, because he looked like he should have been dead. Half his fucking jaw was grossly disfigured, missing, like it’d been blown off by a shot gun blast or something. He had another bullet wound scar in his neck and a third one above his left eye. When he had his curtain of black shoulder length curls hanging down over his jaw, he almost appeared normal. He was around her father’s age give or take.

He has his father’s calm gaze and my stubborn heart; a perfect blend of everything Gregory and I once feared we could never have. King Halrion dotes on him endlessly. Sometimes I catch him watching Kamsey play, eyes glistening, as though he’s found redemption for all that was lost before us. Morgana didn’t last more than three years in the coldest dungeon of Matica. The isolation and bitter cold slowly consumed her until a heart attack ended her life. She was buried without honor and without ceremony, like a commoner. The very fate she had spent her life committing countless atrocities to escape.

Suffering due to the same man… Tonight, Malachi Araton will die. Time seemed to pass slowly, although it was probably not even an hour before I saw the man materialise in the centre of the room. He grabbed Morgana, who had been sitting on the floor, yanking her up. My eyes flashed and I knew he’d sense us immediately, hoping that Morgana managed to inject him. When it came to her, it was fucking weird. I could rely on her, like I knew she was my fucking equal, a team. Despite the strong urge to protect her…

A text from an unknown number. Unknown: Your daughter would be ashamed of you. Running instead of facing what you have done. Surviving when better people died. Enjoy your freedom. It will be the only thing you have left. Morgana stared at the message, feeling rage and grief and something like shame that she had thought she no longer possessed. Her daughter. Dead because of Volkov. Dead because Morgana had questioned the wrong decision and been taught the price of doubt.

"Tomorrow, all who got hurt, come to my office. Don’t worry about it." "Sir!" one of the staff called, uncertain. "You know... it’s great working at Farrugia Mansion, but I want to quit. This is the second time this ghost appears and there are still days left until your ex-wife’s death anniversary." "This has nothing to do with that. You can rest assured, it won't happen again," Morgan assured them, but they exchanged uncertain glances. And so, half of the staff left the mansion that same night. Morgan couldn't do anything about it. In the morning, he would settle the accounts of those who left. He was so upset with Hanna that he couldn't imagine how much she had affected him.

"The sire bond. It dies with me. You'll be free." Marcus blinked. "What—" "I'm sorry." Morgath's skin was turning gray. "Fight the hunger. Remember who you are." "I don't understand," Marcus said. "You will." Morgath looked at me one last time. "Break bonds, little one. But build them too." She smiled. And turned to dust. Silence filled the cavern. Then Marcus collapsed. Kade caught him. "Marcus? Marcus, talk to me!" His brother's eyes fluttered open.

Bethany concludes. I've never been this shocked all my life. “What was the job of the Vel Morin in the entire arrangement?” I manage to ask. If this is history trying to repeat itself, then I may have already kick-started the process without even realizing it. “The soul-sucking ritual was done at Dedrago. The Vel Morin was the only one who could get everyone there, and that was the only place the soul could get sucked out.” I fall to my knees and lower my head. I need my mate to understand that she is my world. I would never ever in this life or the next hurt her. “I will never hurt you, Sweetheart. I swear on my life. I will rather die than hurt you.”

"But why did you all elaborate such a complicated plan? If you only switched the will and put Mexdoxa's name, there would have been no need for all this nonsense. " " We did switch the will but there is one detail I have not mentioned. Only the wolf that resulted in an Alpha and his mate fusion could interact with the pack. Only Madoxe's wolf could be viewed as the Alpha." " So the man that contacted me was Madoxe, who was posing as Madoxe after Mezdoxa who had paused as Madoxe died. " "Since nobody felt his death, he didn't have the choice but to take over. "

"You...!" "Miss Vogt, am I right? Morgan's ability is obvious to all. Over the years, he has supported the Blackstorm family alone and made the Blackstorm family grow stronger. Does he need to borrow the influence of the Vogt family? I don’t know, I hope you can educate me!”