Morgana Camelot Novels & Stories

I staggered, caught by Damon. “Morgana?” Mordecai’s face had gone pale. “That’s impossible. She died twenty years ago.” “Who is Morgana?” I demanded. “Your mother’s sister,” Maren said quietly. “Your aunt. She was exiled for forbidden experiments involving bonding wolves against their will. The Council sentenced her to death, but she disappeared before the execution could be carried out.”

"You disrupted their timeline by stopping Manel. But you didn't stop the movement. They'll adapt, find new leadership, continue forward." I absorbed this, feeling the weight settle over me. We'd won the battle but not the war. Not even close. "There's something else," Celeste said. "Something I need to tell you specifically, not just for intelligence purposes." "What?" "Morgana—the vessel we were trapped in—she wasn't entirely artificial. Manel used a real person as the base. A young witch he captured twenty years ago. Her name was Morgana originally. She had natural talent for bridging magics, so he... hollowed her out. Filled the shell with the rest of us."

"You possess more strength than I anticipated Young woman." I gasped, jolting in response. The woman from earlier was here. She came from the shadows, her long cloak seamlessly blending into the darkness like it was darkness itself. Her eyes shown a fiery red, reminiscent of embers in the night. There was an unsettling aura about her she was more than just powerful; she was something entirely different from others,she reek if magic. I willed myself to breathe. "Who are you?" A slow, deliberate smile spread across her face. "I am Morgana."

I came out of the car and sat on the bare ground, this route is normally lonely, and not too many people pass by on it, How could I let this happen, they want to take my right away from me, I must say that Morgana has played a smart one on me, destroying all my engagements wasn't enough, and now she's using it against me and she has succeeded in becoming the CEO, how don't tell my father’s little bitch that she's playing with fire, I felt a prince beside me and I can tell it's Shitali

Puppets carved from blood and bone. And at their center… Morganna. She didn’t ride. She glided. Feet never touching the earth, her robes billowing like smoke, her silver crown gleaming like ice. She looked almost human—beautiful, even. But that was the lie. Her power dragged behind her like a corpse. And her eyes—those cruel, gleaming eyes—found me across the battlefield and lit with pleasure. “Well,” she said, her voice somehow both soft and booming. “The little ember returns.”

She says and starts her maniacal cackling again before exiting my mind. I see Renz calling my name, I can’t hear him, but this time, I’m not scared. This time I’m ready. “Morgana is on her way here. The rogues are a distraction!” His eyes widen and he starts mind-linking everyone, ‘MORGANA IS COMING! THE ROGUES ARE A DISTRACTION. I NEED WARRIORS ON THE BORDERS AND WARRIORS AT THE PACK HOUSE NOW!’ I look at the vial in my hand and pour some of the portion on my palms and on the outside of my hands. If it’s a fight she wants, a fight she will get.

Unless they wish to die a similar death or become so weakened, emotionally and physically, that death seems like a gift. How do I break this cycle? Do I have anyone left to support my cause other than Alistair and perhaps... Elara? Morgana was more than just a tool; she was a formidable ally, a master of blood magic, and a woman whose insights guided my hand in the shadowy dealings of court politics. Her demise isn't just a loss; it's a strategic setback, a gap in the fortress I have painstakingly built around my rule. But I didn’t believe she’d let herself be caught so easily. It seemed unlike her—the fear in her red eyes, the helpless screams. Was there nothing she could’ve done to protect

for all of those boils on top of that gray skin this creature could have easily been mistaken for a rock if it sat still. It opened its mouth as far as it could go and let out a nightmarish gurgly laugh that sounded like it came from the swamp itself. Then, to the twins horror they watched as the monster flung them into the air, boat and all. It tilted it's head back with its mouth open wide as if to catch them and devour them. The twins were still clutching each other tightly when all of a sudden they heard the sound of tinkling bells. Expecting to meet the swamp monsters razor sharp teeth upon landing, they were surprised when they didn't land at all. Instead they were snatched out of mid

I would say I hate them but hate is such a strong word,I don't hate them I really do despise their character. After doing some digging and knowing who was behind the attack,I decided it's time for me to rise up from the ashes.That was the final straw, because I vowed to myself I'll be back not only to avenge my parents death but also to make them pay,I mean choices do have consequences right? And with that I decided to disguise myself.My real name is Isabella Rosa Morrone,grey eyes and pale skin.After everything I was no longer Isabella,I was Marie Morrone named myself after my mother.