Morgana Camelot Novels & Stories

I scoffed, focusing my attention on the very spot, I could see traces of dark smoke but I was unable to make out who was that. “I will start by introducing myself, I’m Morgana, queen of the dark covens. Mother of Estelle, the one you stole her mate from.” I scoffed again. Stolen mate? “I don’t need any introduction, since I guess you know who I am.” “Of course, how can I forget you, Andrea Carlson?” She let out a delighted giggle, “I knew you right from your childhood, eh, but I don’t think you can remember what happened that night.” She was speaking in riddles.

I stormed out of the room, unable to be close to her any longer. Ever since the day I saw Alison on the battleground, I’ve been unable to get her out of my mind! I even ran into a physical problem when Otsana tried to seduce me! I never had that problem before! It was infuriating! Then I find out that Alison is the rogue king’s lost daughter, and she had been living here all this time, which meant the rogue king had more than enough reason to wage war against us.

she paused to catch her breath. "I have given so many chances to change her mind but she has remained adamant which automatically means she is daring me to do my worst. I am Morgana, the deadly Viper and Diane has stepped on my tail so she will be bitten and I will inject so much venom in her that it will only take a miracle for her to survive the bite," she said with an eerie tone. "Luna Morgana, please, don't hurt my sister. I cannot live without her," Melody said in a pleading tone as tears streamed down her face.

Sinking his claws into her arm, Lucian tries to rip it from her body, but she teleports out of his grasp. A bolt of purple lightening whizzes past my ear. Looking up I see the source of the bolt standing in front of me. Her cloak is pulled down over her head but her emerald, green eyes glow out from the darkness. She smirks as she twirls another ball of purple electricity in her hands, but before she has a chance to finish the spell, I lunge forward gripping her throat with my claws. Not wanting to give her a chance to teleport away I crush her windpipe with my hand. Blood sputters from her mouth as she goes limp in my grasp. I drop her lifeless body to the ground and look around the s

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Cheers erupt, and Victoria beams at my side, but inside, I feel nothing. As the celebration continues, my gaze drifts across the crowd, ignoring my future bride. My thoughts shift to the servant girl. Morgana. She seems to have disappeared after her fingers brushed mine earlier. I swear I felt something. However, the more I think of her, the more it enrages me. She’s a plain, pathetic servant with a reputation for spreading her legs for any man. Why does she have the power to disrupt my mind? Why does my soul react to her when my future queen stands beside me, marked by me?

“I’ll finish what I started. I’ll burn your pathetic coven to the ground and build something stronger from its ashes. A new order that isn’t afraid of what real power takes. When I’m done, no one will even remember your name.” “Over my dead body!” Camilla hissed. Morgana smirked and said, “So mote it be.” She lifted her hand, and something dark shot out and wrapped around Camilla. Camilla screamed and fell to one knee, shaking. She tried to fight whatever Morgana had done to her. For the first time, Camilla looked weak.

Her gaze moves from me to the men that are still surrounding me before looking over at where Kenji stands perfectly still. Morgana steps forward, placing herself in between Kenji’s half naked form and Samara. “Allow us to introduce ourselves, former Wolf Queen.” A piece of me deep inside brightens at the haughty way Morgana addresses my twin. I have alway loved my sister dearly, but living in her shadow for so long was an excruciating life that has left scars deep inside. “I am Morgana Pendragon, mate to the Wolf Queen.” Morgana introduces herself before stepping aside so Kenji can step forward.

Agatha addressed Morgana without hesitation, "Morgana, your complexion seems unusually pale today. Do share the name of your foundation; I simply must try it." Morgana's laughter echoed through the chamber, a chilling melody of mockery and malice. "Ah, Agatha, my dear," she cooed, her voice dripping with artificial warmth and a dark allure. Her gaze, piercing and devoid of all kindness, locked with Agatha's. "Such potential squandered in your sister's shadow." A sly smile curved Morgana's lips as she leaned closer, the air around them growing thick with her brewing enchantments. "The power you hold, it's potent, raw—familiar to my own. Join me, Agatha. Together, we're destined to reign supre