Morgan Le Fay Fate Go Novels & Stories

“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.”

Kent mutters to himself, pushing up from his spot against the wall and striding out of the kitchen, towards his office. As much as he hates to admit it, their quiet conversation outside…it’s given him a lot to think about. The next morning, a car takes Fay to the stables, as requested. It’s not Jerome driving this time and she stays quiet on the journey there. She’d been miserable all night, but a smile tugs at her lips as the driver pulls up to the barn. As Fay gets out of the car, her mind elsewhere, she does a double-take when she sees a flash of long purple hair -

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.

"You’d lose your life. It isn’t time.” His words were so unexpected, but they managed to cut through the storm in my chest. My body froze, the heat inside me faltering as my gaze searched his face. I didn’t understand him. Not then. But something in his voice steadied me. I jerked my arm out of his grip, unwilling to let him have the last word, but I felt too shaken to retaliate. Not now. Morgan clapped her hands once, satisfied. “Good. Now that we’ve gotten this over with, let’s go claim that heart, shall we?”

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.”

The dagger’s power was strong enough, to allow everyone to see it. From inside the morgue, they heard the piercing screams of Magnus and Mary. They sounded like trapped animals, desperately trying to free themselves. Faye turned to the others, her eyes reflecting a level of confidence, not present a few minutes ago. She pulled the dagger from the ground, sheathing it once more. ‘Let’s kill these fuckers,’ she said bluntly. ‘Tonight, the flames will feast, one final time…’ ............................... Eli and Mark carefully moved Janice out of the way when they entered the building. Eli checked her pulse and relief washed over Faye when he confirmed she was still alive.

“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.