Morgana Camelot Novels & Stories

I began, my voice measured, controlled, “from a trusted source.” I paused, letting that sink in. “The nightmare…” I continued slowly, “the monster that has tormented this kingdom for years… the most feared black magician whose name is whispered in fear across every pack and kingdom…” A few people shifted in anticipation. Someone even swallowed audibly. “Morgana…” You could feel it. The name alone was enough to change the air. “…is not a woman.” That did it. Gasps. Sharp, disbelieving murmurs. Chairs scraping as people leaned forward muttering all at once.

Even in the heart of battle, she held an air of regal grace, a testament to her royal lineage. Morgana, a stark contrast, was a wild tempest of a woman. Her fiery red hair whipped around her in the gusty sea breeze, matching her bloodthirsty tendencies. Her eyes, burning with a craze not of this world, flickered with anticipation as she gripped her jagged blade. With a sharp cry, Morgana lunged at Amelia, her blade slicing through the air with deadly intent. Amelia parried the blow with a swift motion, her cutlass ringing against Morgana's blade. Their swords clashed, sparks flying as steel met steel.

[Queen Mab] The moon is rising full and bright over the fields of Camelot. My head is light, heady with the power of nearly a thousand souls, freshly harvested. The blade I carry was crafted from the very bones of my enemy, Morgana, whose rotted corpse lay buried beneath the tower itself, along with her granddaughters, the famous oracles who predicted my doom. There is something satisfying about destroying their legacy with their own bodies that provides me with a sense of peace. Stretching my limbs, I feel invincible, unstoppable, as I prepare to move through the battle.

"HA HA HA HA! Is this it? Is this my destiny? After everything I've went through, after everything I sacrificed, is this the end? Is this the karma for all the people that I've murdered? Is this the end of my journey you ******* Gods! Even if I die here, even if need to exchange my soul to the devil, I will still avenge my people . I will kill Merlin and the rest of the Kingdom!" The maiden was shocked after she heard the name Merlin. It was a name familiar to her, a name that is important for her, a name that is very important for her revenge. Merlin is actually related to Morgana the traitor of humanity. Morgana was originally the Sage of the Kingdom of Alvarez, she is Merlin's sister. But

Morgana shrugged her shoulders, replying flippantly, "Never knew my father, but mother always told me he was a bad man, an ancient Vampyre who used to do sadistic things to her. Her name was Catalina Mannering, and she was a Lycan, that's about it really." Takaokami puffed in frustration, sending steam into the air, before deciding to change direction. Standing, the dragon lord held out his hand and pulled her gently to her feet, so that they could look out onto the village below. Twenty feet down in the clearing within Ghost mountain stood the Alpha couples home, with one lonely light burning in the bedroom. And Morgana was once again thankful to have her mates by her side, she couldn't ima

he recalled, the exact same words Lukman had said to him. "Morgana" his eyes opened in sheer shock. "Le Faye Alcantara had been Morgana all along"

“We f-ked her during an argument with Aislen five years ago, so it’s sort or really f-ked up for everyone.” “Hmm,” Talen’s eyes turned inward and became thoughtful. “Your Triquetra managed to get into a lot of trouble with Morgana within a very short time frame.” “Yeah,” Cameron’s breathy laugh was wry. “We did. It’s Aislen, by the way,” he added. “Morgana’s just… Like an alias. She’s really Aislen.” “Morgana is the name that she chose for herself,” Talen rose to his feet.

I listened in silence, watching as alliances were crafted like a form of currency. At one point, a noblewoman leaned towards Celene and whispered, not quite quietly, "Your sister seems... fragile. Perhaps too fragile for the weight of court life." Celene returned a smile that lacked warmth. "Elara adapts." I avoided looking at Damon. I felt Morgana approaching before I even saw her. Lady Morgana entered the chamber like a shadow welcoming light. Her presence shifted the atmosphere—subtle yet palpable. She positioned herself against the far wall, hands neatly folded, her gaze penetrating.

She whispered as she stared at the General’s charred remains still emanating wisps of smoke. “Well, I’m pretty sure we can all agree that he had it coming,” Morgana said testily as she dusted her hands clean. “Why my sisters and I were helping him in the first place, I have no idea... I guess I became too fond of him and blind to the monster he was becoming, but I’m glad that I put was able to put a stop to it after all,” She admitted softly, lifting up her head to shoot Kendra a sad smile. Kendra could see the tears in her eyes. It hadn’t particularly been an easy feat for her after all like it had seemed.

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.