Morgana Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today. Seven, the ever-observant second-in-command, nodded in my direction as I approached. Seleira stood beside him, her arms crossed, eyes scanning the group with her usual sharp focus. I took a deep breath and started stretching, doing my best to avoid eye contact with Zayn. The last thing I needed was another pointless exchange with him. "Oh, the princess is back." I caught whispers from my side. They were trying to keep it low, but did they forget we had supersonic hearing? Or were they just stupid?

“I don’t mind.” “Morgana is a lovely name. Of course, it immediately brings to mind Fata Morgana, or Morgan Le Fay, Morgan the Fairy,” Sigrid replied using the pestle and mortar to crush herbs into the rock salt she had located. “Many people connect Morgan Le Fay to the Morrigan through the goddess Modron, of course, the Divine Mother. Many of the tales of both echo each other and so it occurs to me that our mother is given a different face and name by each person that worships her, none truly knowing her real name. So, Morgana is a wonderful name, don’t you think?”

Morgana is seen in her high places feeding off the powers of the mere men who hath no control of their wills and were given no choice to resist what is occuring. "Maria." Helen called with a worrisome face. "Maria, do something." Helen, standing right behind Maria, called again. Maria glanced around as she saw that this wasn't something she could easily overpower. Morgana is already feeding off the souls and adding to her power. "Maria!!" Helen called with a soothing voice and still the expression depicting great worry marked over her face. "I can't do anything." Maria whispered. "I...I can't do anything."

She pulled out a ribbon and put her hair up in a high ponytail. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her chestnut eyes staring back at her, her raven hair put up in a high ponytail just like how Fiachra put her hair up during a battle. When she was young people thought she’s the embodiment of Fiachra, that after centuries Fiachra came back and reincarnated in her body. That was the same reason why she was given the name Morrigan. She picked her bow and arrows, left the room, and walked to the training grounds.

“You shouldn't have denied our call for so long, Sophie!” As she spoke my name, the witch's enigmatic voice sent a dangerous shiver through my fur. My wolf howled in warning, but we couldn't resist the call, as if we were trapped in the magic of this unknown being. “I am not unknown.” She stared at me, reading my thoughts. “I am Morgana, the bearer of Obsidian's revelation magic!” “From the stone?” I widened my eyes in astonishment, realizing my transformation had occurred without pain. I covered my body, and instead of exposed skin, a simple blue-toned dress enveloped me. “But how?”

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.”

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.

He looked confused and mumbled Goblins as if asking a question. "I know it's crazy isn't it." He nodded and I followed him back up the stairs carrying Amora. I saw Nyx speaking with Morgana. Both of them with their magic spinning wildly around each other. They both looked completely engrossed in their conversation. Keran came up to us and asked if I was alright. I nodded and told him that Morgana was forced to help the queen and destroyed her as well. He glanced over at Nyx and spoke an odd language. "I need Morgana to retrieve my babies from her husband,'' I rushed out and Keran looked at me oddly.

She whisphered, smiling like a maniac. " Oh... If it can be stolen, it simply means it wasn't yours in the first place..." The Alpha King, seemingly oblivious to the tension, smiled at our interaction. Morgana downed her glass of wine before going back to her seat, her eyes burning through Damon. The Alpha King continued to speak after Morgana sat down, gesturing toward her. But the words were obviously meant as an introduction to me. “Morgana comes from a long line of healers and sorcerers. Her knowledge will be… beneficial to the pack.”

Who was that woman? “Morgana, meet me outside the Opal Moon pack. Get ready to cast the spell and bring what you prepared with you. I will attack today.”