Morgan Fate Novels & Stories

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before Morgana turned to kiss his cheek. “I know that he was murdered by the vampires of Zeus Forest Works,” she said with gentle understanding, absolving him of any guilt by association, and he was shocked silent. “He left a letter saying that he thought he would be, though he didn't know what they were. I have some things for you, on the kitchen table, that he put together....” There was a lot of unpack from that statement, he thought in bafflement, starting from the fact that Morgana thought that he sought to tell her that his people were responsible for her father’s death.

“You think you’re helping, but you’re making enemies you can’t even see.” “Then maybe it’s time I stop pretending to be the obedient daughter.” She turned away from him and grabbed her phone. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Adrian. He answered on the second ring. “Zara.” “Dr. Morgan’s dead.” A pause. Static. Then, “What? When?” “Last night. Two bullets to the chest. Lucien told me this morning.” “Shit,” Adrian muttered. “He was the one helping us trace the funds through the clinic, right?”

He looked older than his thirty five years with hard lines carved into his face and eyes that burned with obsession. "Well done daughter," Damon said smiling cruelly. "You've served your family well." Morgan looked at her father with an expression that broke my heart. It was sadness instead of fear. "No Dad. I served my conscience. And I'm sorry but you're wrong about everything." Damon's smile faltered. "What?" Morgan pressed the signal device hidden in her pocket. "Now!" I shouted into my earpiece. Moonfall warriors poured out from every direction. They moved with precision surrounding Damon's rogues before they could react.

Worried that Val wouldn't agree, Morgan spoke up, "I want to look for the one who caused my mother's death." Valerie suddenly looked up to meet Morgan's gaze. Morgan's eyes were swollen as she spoke, "I went straight to my mother's room when I got back today. Her photo was the only thing there. Her smile was so kind and gentle. I'm sure she would have been a wonderful grandmother if she were still here. "And yet, she's gone, all because of a fake corpse, because she missed me, because she couldn't leave me alone. She had to go with me because she couldn't bear to see me die alone."

I soon learned werewolves were hunting down witches, thinking we had cast some kind of spell on them. The Fated Plague killed tens of thousands of werewolves, and as a result, just as many witches were hunted, wrongfully accused, and killed as well. My mother tried to reason with our pack; she was a witch after all, and our father fell ill to the Fated Plague. Why would she want her own mate to die? I learned then that people don’t see reason when all they want is revenge.

He cried because he was tricked, because he had failed, but mostly because his brother was gone. When Wyatt’s funeral was held, he could hear the organ playing above him. He heard the preacher give his sermon on death, and how Wyatt was in heaven with our lord. He even heard his mother sobbing, not only because she had lost one son, but both in one night. It broke his heart more.

"You really think that will stop me? Besides, I'm not here to suck you dry. I'm here to help. You see, Cleo has become troublesome for business. I ignored her during her vendetta against some trivial little wolf, but now the woman is set on overthrowing me. But she seems to have a torn in her side-you. I heard your plea, and I am willing to help. I can get you out of purgatory and back on Earth-but it will come at a great cost. I can transform you into a Fomoire." Grace's eyes widen. The Fomoire was a race of demons that brought destruction and bad omens to the people of Danyrus. It is said that it is in their nature to do so. Would she be willing to sell her soul to warn her loved ones? Gra

“Alright, let’s see what we’re dealing with.” He pulled up a chair and began working on the auxiliary console, his fingers flying over the keyboard. Alex watched over his shoulder, his jaw tightening as a grim realization settled in. “Look at this,” Michael said after a few minutes, pointing to a line of corrupted data. “Whoever did this bypassed the main firewall and uploaded malware directly to the system. They knew exactly where to hit.” “And you think it’s Ricardo?” Alex asked, his voice low but taut with restrained anger.