Novel & Cerita Morgana Harry Potter

It is as I stand here, watching that Devona’s words finally hit me and I almost stumble, an arm holding me steady. I look up at the person holding me steady as this comes into focus within my mind. She is holding me steady, keeping me from falling into the spell. She is Merlin. The Merlin. I am Morgana Le Fay, I guess…. No. I mean, if I were here, I’d have power. But look at me, I am far from powerful. I don’t even know what I’m doing half of the time. Sure, I’ve had some strange things happen to me these last few days, but…

He was close, almost like he was on top of me, hovering over my body. My voice hoarse, I felt the dagger lift from my mark. “Creed,” I croaked, my hair a mess, sweat dripping down my face. Mortus would not win today, not with what my dragon wanted to do. The witch failed to put her to sleep, but she hides. She hides deep within me, purring and barely there and going unnoticed. “Her dragon is asleep or gone,” Morgana announced, cleaning the blade with a nearby rag. “What do you mean, asleep or gone? Do you not know?” Morgana shook her head.

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

"You won't be exiling her. I'm taking her in as my maid." The monarch gives his son a fierce look, as if he might strike him with his eyes. "You cannot do that, boy." "I can, actually," Kohl says tactfully in response. He knots his wrists behind his back, and his fingers are so spindly that it bothers me. "In case you have forgotten, this girl is of nobility. Had she not been pulled out of the Queenstrials, she would also be a Daughter of Gahndor, just like the rest of them."

“Real charming. Punches like a wrecking ball. Still pissed I broke his favorite saber when I was ten.” Lotanni stood nearby, pacing slowly. “She’s fighting her old mentor, right?” I asked. Orin nodded. “Mage with familiar magic. Guy taught half her village. Doesn’t go easy.” Lotanni returned from her latest round not long after, her braid messy, her eyes dark. “Two minutes flat,” she said dully. “No progress.” “Still longer than either of us,” I offered. She didn’t answer. Nyomei had it worse—or stranger.

Shadows twisted and writhed, manifesting into ethereal beings that lunged toward us, their eyes gleaming with malice. In the midst of the chaos, a figure emerged—a figure that possessed an uncanny resemblance to Isabella, but with a chilling aura of darkness that set her apart. She revealed herself to be Morgana, an ancient witch who had vowed to protect the secrets of the tapestry at any cost. "You thought you could uncover the truth and escape unscathed?" Morgana sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "You underestimate the power of the past. I will ensure that the sins committed by our ancestors haunt you for eternity."

She was a very strong woman and had seen so much in her life. “Meredith… tell me what happened… are you alright…” I asked repeatedly but got no response. I hated to do this but I was left with no option. I lifted her chin gently and said looking into her eyes, “I command you to tell me what happened.” Her eyes glazed over and she started speaking in a mechanical voice, “The Dark Lord paid a visit. He has cast a spell on all the wolves in the pack except me. If you don’t meet him within twenty-four hours, all of them will be dead.” She dropped on her knees and started sobbing again.

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

“You answer the questions, and maybe your death will be quick instead of slow. That is all we are offering.” Elena looked between us, seeing no mercy, no escape. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. “Her name is Morgana,” she whispered. “Morgana the Black. She is a witch who serves the Council of Alphas.” “What Council?” I demanded. “There is no official Council in this region.”

Jeremy caught it. Logan muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, “Fucking idiots.” Then Adrian attacked. Magic slammed into Logan and Ethan, throwing them across the chamber. I screamed. The gate cracked wider. Morgana’s face appeared through the opening. She was beautiful. That was somehow worse. Long pale hair surrounded a face that looked too young to belong to my grandmother. Her green eyes were almost identical to mine. She smiled. There you are. My feet moved. One step. Then another.