Morgan Le Fay Fate Go Novels & Stories

“He’s here.” “The fly has come into the web. Stay with her while your Father goes and fight the evil that has come to Earth.” Reverend Fengway said and motioned for the two large men in black to follow him. When Jerold’s Father left, an evil grin came to his face as she looked at the sleeping girl on the bed.

“Your reign of terror… ends now. You… are done.” Mordecai’s laugh, cold and devoid of humor, sliced through the tense air. “Brave words for a man on the brink of death,” he taunted, his gaze icy and piercing. “You think this is about victory?! It’s about sending a message, Caden! A message that no one, not even the gods, can oppose the great Mordecai!” Suddenly, with the swiftness of a lightning strike, an inexplicable force sweeps Mordecai across the terrain. His body careens through the air at a speed that defies the laws of nature, grating against the earth with a ferocity that rends flesh from bone.

“Eliza is stronger than you think. She does not need you! None of us do. You’re not a father of mine anymore, and Eliza is nothing to you.” I turned to face Rylan, finding solace in his unwavering gaze. His words sparked a flicker of defiance, stoking the fire I needed. “He’s right,” I said, swallowing the fear that threatened to drown me. “I’m not the same girl, Morgan. I’ve grown, I’ve changed.” Morgan’s laughter twisted into a snarl. “Change? Do you think that matters? I own you—body and soul! You’re fooling yourself if you believe you can sever what is ours.”

More importantly, they became a mad rogue, and according to the Old Ways of our species, this was a fate worse than death since there was no coming back from it. Rogues were outcasts, but being mad made you a danger to yourself and everyone around you. There was no cure, and in the process of straining against Xavier’s Command, Morgan had crossed too far into the other side. “Layla, go on ahead,” Anya told me. There was a firm set to her jaw as she disengaged herself from me. “If you try to take her on like this you’ll die.” She was right, but hearing those words out loud didn’t make them any less hurtful. I started to protest, but she cut me off impatiently as Morgan took a step towards us.

Chapter Eighteen — Dissapointment And Heartbreak Drake’s POV I was still waiting. Waiting for him. Waiting for Fred. He said he would come back. He said he would return to me. I believed him. But it’s been too long. The sun has set. The moon has come and gone. Still… he’s not here. I sat at the edge of the cave, looking out. The wind touched my face gently, but my heart felt heavy, like a stone.

“Morgan, when you went inside, it was like he lost his mind. He was mumbling to himself.” “About what?” “About how I should have died during the attack at dad’s pack.” My mom reared back from me. She mouthed the word attack and raised her eyebrow. I pulled her back in and nodded. “Yes, there was an attack.” I waved her off. “But listen. Morgan said that I should have died in the attack, the attack that no one but Dad’s pack should have known about. And then he went on to talk about the attack back when I was younger. The one when the King died. That dad and I should have died then. That way you would have inherited his money.”

‘What happened after this moment? ‘I went home,’ Faye answered. ‘I was broken at the thought of what you and Mathilda were going through. And most of all, I felt hatred, hatred unlike anything I had ever felt before. Hatred towards Magnus, disgust towards Mary and loathing towards Tobias for blindly following the monster and failing to protect his family. As soon as I reached my cottage, the rain came down in torrents and I summoned Bess and Claudia. I needed their council and their wisdom…’ . ……………

“It’s Morgan, isn’t it?” I nodded. “It’s always Morgan.” Molly sighed, leaning back slightly. “What happened this time? Now that the election is over, you are free to leave, so what's making you cry? I swallowed hard. “He told me something. About his father. About how he almost drowned the night his mother died. He—he was just a boy, and he lost everything in one night. He’s been fighting to stay in control ever since.” She listened quietly, her lips pressing into a thin line.

Anconeus reported and I felt Elle tense up beneath my head, stilling her fingers in my hair. We all looked to Anconeus with bated breaths. Then it clicked. "Morgan" I hissed becoming angry. "Calm down Xander. Calm down. You're in no state to be angry" Elle chided calming me with her fingers in my hair. "She used magic to almost kill us. This just means the Fayas are behind this. We know she is working with them" Ben said angrily. "How convenient. They left just a few minutes before the chandelier went down" I remarked still angry.

It was like a fire burning deep inside, threatening to tear him apart. “Are you sure?” Alex’s voice was low, rough, and filled with the weight of his emotions. Morgana didn’t answer immediately. She only nodded, her eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored his own. “I wish there were another way, Alex. But fate is a cruel mistress.” Alex stood up abruptly, his fists clenched at his sides. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. He couldn’t accept this. “She’s mine,” he muttered through gritted teeth, the words coming out with a desperation he hadn’t known he was capable of.