Morgana Camelot Novels & Stories

Leofric’s POV Fire surged in my veins as if the act of breathing alone might split me open. The cathedral walls groaned with every clash of steel and spell around me, but all my senses locked onto her. Morwenna stood at the altar’s broken edge, her skin pale as ashes, her hair tangled with streaks of blood. She had just given everything—half her soul—for this war, and even from across the chamber, I felt the hollow echo of that sacrifice.

"Wait—I might have something that can make it a whole lot easier." "How?" "A spell. To change your shape and your scent. Not much, just enough to mess with their scans." I lifted an eyebrow. "A spell? Who casts one on me?" He was grinning. "Remember Old Magda?" "Oh no. Not her. The woman's insane." "She is not insane. She is a morals-unquestioning mystic herbalist," he told me. "She's insane," I told him. "Talented," he said . "Come on, before you wake up to your senses."

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

"I am M-" "Morgana Araton, and you are fucking incredible."

Dad says, looking for Morwenna, who is approaching the dais with Niko. “I hope she is, because if I am not given what I was promised…” he leaves his threat hanging. “We will keep our side of the promise,” Mom says, as Dad places a hand on her arm to calm her. “I am Morgana, Queen of Clair De Lune.” Mom says, holding out her hand. Agnarr arches a brow as his eyes rake over Mom, but he does not take her offered hand. “The Vampire Princess who brought peace to this kingdom and the Sanguine Empire. I heard you were once nothing more than a slave.”

"Is it the Morgana? Like, Merlin’s apprentice and King Arthur’s half sister, 'I’m-too-old-for-this-Camelot-drama' Morgana? Because if she’s that ancient, I really need the name of her dermatologist. That skin-to-dust ratio Jesse described in the vision was surprisingly low." Kyle groaned, burying his face in his hands, but Jackie was just getting started. "I mean, seriously," she continued, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Does she actually think that name strikes fear into her enemies? It sounds less like a 'Dark High Priestess' and more like a woman who runs a very aggressive essential oils pyramid scheme. 'Fear me, for I am Morgana, and I have a Lavender-Peppermint blend that will literally e

Morgana smiled courteously, giving a slight bowed. "But—" "Why do you doubt, Vera?" Begritta butted in. "It is obvious Morgana did it. She is after all the strongest breed of the century. She should be able to summon a wolf spirit." "Not as easily as she did, Begritta," Vera grunted. "Summoning a wolf spirit takes years of practice. She shouldn’t have been able to pull it off easily. Unless..." She peered at Morgana curiously. "She is the Moon Goddess reborn."

" Morrigan folded Colfre's letter neatly as she gaze at the camellia he sent her. As she laid her eyes on the camellia she couldn't help but adore how beautifully pruned it was, its flowers bloomed in a beautiful shade of pink. Planted in a ceramic pot, the pink camellia looks like it was glowing under the moon. Its petals feel soft to the touch, like the skin of a newborn child. Silky and soft. She laid the letter beside the pot as her fingers touch the soft petal of the camellia. The pastel color of the pink camellia is a contrasting color to her dark dress. She looks at it with sadness laced in her eyes. It's been a month since Colfre left to go to war. To see him go is excruciating for h

"This is not my true form. This is not my proper realm of existence. What the hell am I doing in the land of the living, trapped within this innocent girl's mortal body?" Morgana looks genuinely confused by this line of questioning, as if Serena's reaction is not what she had expected or prepared for. She opens her mouth to say something in her defense, but absolutely nothing coherent comes out of her throat. Instead, she chuckles nervously and begins scratching at her neck, a gesture that betrays her growing anxiety and discomfort.

She was more nervous than usual, which she attributed to Arthur's presence. The lights in the club were turned off and the screen was turned on. A woman with long black hair down to her waist, olive skin, and natural makeup appeared on the screen. She was dressed only in a dark robe that made it seem as if she was wearing nothing else. Only a necklace with the large pendant of a bow adorned her neck. It was not only sensuality that was present in her, but elegance as well. And that was really what Morgana's message was. The simple could be elegant as well.