Morgan Le Fay Fate Novelas e Histórias

“What do you mean?” “He’s in a coma,” Daniel said while he rubbed his temple. “The stab wounds were deep, and he lost a lot of blood. One of the blades punctured near his ribs and affected some of his organs. If your father wasn’t a Lycan, he would have died instantly.” I clenched my fists hard. “So you’re saying he still has a chance?” Daniel hesitated. “I can’t promise anything, my lord. His body is fighting, but his chances of survival are very low. Only the Moon Goddess can decide his fate now.”

“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.”

Sister Terrie asked, hoping that Sister Malisa would say something to help the women in the pictures, but to her dismay. “I believe what Father Stan says is correct. We must not let evil prevail, and they are all covered in sin; we must eliminate the source.” Sister Malisa stated not showing any emotion in her words. The black Mercedes suddenly stopped as the man in the black suit and fedora hat stopped the car and spoke for the first time. “The Dark energy has dissipated. This could only mean one thing. Sir. Reginald Hemingway has awaken fully restored.” Horror was seen on the people’s faces in the back of the car.

She said and I nodded. “I was hoping you could tell me more about Caden, I feel like I don’t really know him” I said. “He may act all mighty and stuff but he is actually the sweetest but I think that changed eight years ago” She said. “What happened eight years ago?” I asked. “That was when rogues attacked our pack and killed the late Alpha. It is mostly the reason why everyone here hates rogues” She said. “That makes sense but not rogues are the same” I said.

I knew he was doing his duty to protect me, hell, I hadn't even seen her face until her hood fell away as she collapsed, but the drive to protect her was there the moment I saw her light. Fated mates were rare for our kind, most believed them to be legend, only existing in reality for the Lycan. My parents had been fated mates though, so I knew they existed, I just never believed I had one. I knew from the letters I found as child that my Father had been kind until my mother died in childbirth. They wrote about the light around one another and the sparks when they touched. What I had felt with Miriam surpassed everything they had described in those letters. I finally understood why my father

Nothing will go wrong after this fake session. Unfortunately, she didn’t know that her spontaneous action would be leading her into another disaster afterwards.

Upon receiving the news of my death, Sam collapsed onto the ground in a daze. He didn’t cry when his father scolded him or make a sound when he was beaten until his skin split open. Now, he covered his face, finally breaking down in tears. “You’re lying to me. Hazel isn’t dead.” Matteo was furious. “She was executed by Isla the day she betrayed you. Isla is far more suitable to be a mafia boss’s wife. Your son likes her, too. Now that Hazel is gone, you should marry Isla!”

The nightie she wore had little or no hand, which was almost falling off her shoulder blade while she slept off with no knowledge of what transpired at night. He watched and learned every part of her face he could see from the dim light. he wouldn't dare turn on the bedside lamp for fear of waking her and embarrassing himself. "My wife..." but as soon as the thought came it left before it would stick in his subconscious mind. He thought how fate had brought the both of them together, why she was the one he hit on the road that night. The same person he saw lying lifeless on the cold ground in her pool of blood and cold blood he left her there running for his own life and safety. He felt repu

“Then you know why I’m here.” She let out a small chuckle, shaking her head. “Of course. You seek a way to defy fate. You wouldn’t be the first to come to me with such foolish hope.” I clenched my jaw. “Then tell me, is there a way or not?” Morgana studied me for a long moment before slowly rising from her chair. She moved with eerie grace, her fingers skimming over the wooden table beside her. “Fate is a cruel mistress,” she mused. “It does not bend easily. But… there are always ways to change its course.”

Morgana’s POV I stared at my mother in absolute horror, my perfect evening of victory completely derailed by this unexpected nightmare. Maude Faye looked exactly like what she was—an ex-convict with nowhere else to go, standing in Maxwell’s drawing room in clothes that probably came from a charity bin.