Morgan Le Fay Fate Novels & Stories

Could there be more than what the two of them are telling me or what? “It is true that Laurent suddenly attacked Grace when she went towards his study, but then, your friend here Richard equally attacked her as well, so you can say that the both of them took turns. However, Grace is not scared of Laurent the way he is scared of Richard because he knows that Laurent is only being difficult because of the pain he has endured and because he blames the moon Goddess for everything that happens to him. He is not the same person he was before Zara died”

Hayley says, her shaking hands covering her mouth. “Thank fuck you didn’t have to wait that long then,” Morgan says. She already knows the story, but I appreciate her helping to change the subject. “What was your plan A?” Lance asks. “From what you said before, getting into Night howlers at fourteen wasn’t your original plan?”

“How is that going to help me” I asked as that didn't sound like a solution at all. I watched him walk towards me and we both turned to the window, looking at the beautiful serenity of the pack. We stayed silent for a while before he spoke again. “Valerie said you were linked to this mysterious girl's soul and that's why you can see her pain”. He said and I just kept looking outside as was he, but he knew I was listening. “If you mark someone and declare her your mate, your souls will be tied and that way, you could get rid of this nightmares.

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.

A part of me regretted throwing the magazine in the trash can, because if for nothing at all, I could have found out how well he had moved on with his life so I could at least get the closure I needed to move on with mine. But it was all good. Maybe, God let it happen like that for a reason. “Cin?” I heard Sam call out softly, snapping me out of my reverie. “Yeah?” He was driving, so he just shot me a quick glance and turned his attention back to the road. “Uhh, you know…. So I've been thinking,”

At that moment Morgan lost control; he immediately made Fiona… ---

The young man could do nothing but follow his Dad's command. When everything was done, Mort ended the call and continued the battle without getting rid of the worries for the maiden. He just wanted to finish everything. Get the hell out of this hellish world and be back on her side again. 'Damn it.' Mort cussed on the back of his mind and shot one of his enemies right straight to his forehead. If only he knew that Fergus would destroy everything just because of the unnamed weapon that didn't arrive to him as Vladimir stole it, he should have killed him if he knew ahead Fergus was the one he would have next to battle with.

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.

And as if her words were fuel, it intensified the laughing fit. Freya shook her head, “He was right though, my life doesn’t benefit him in any way.” Mordeu nodded his head, “My life doesn’t benefit lots of people.” He shared a knowing look with Cillian, his smile stilling, before suddenly a grin spread across his face. “But here I am, alive and well.” Freya nodded her head, “But I desperately want you to die.” “Sorry, sugarplum, you’re stuck with me.”