Morgana Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Sarah ranted out all the insult she could remember and the all stared at her in awe, “Did she want to get us killed?“ Sean thought “How dare you call me ugly, you daughter of man!“ “I knew it, you are probably made from Amoeba, shapeless, bothered and ugly!“ She said again “I used to be all what you said before, but I wasn't anymore, the throne of Dark and evil gave me a new host to feed on and a camouflage, and I can now flaunt my new appearance” the blade said just then a purple flame ooze out from the blade and gathered forming a jelly being with a purple skin a man.“

The DPO said to me as they hurried out, I breathed out in relief hoping this time that they catch her, “Dad, I’m sorry for everything, I wish there's a way I can say sorry to Morgana, I shouldn't have been a fool to leave Morgana for someone like Shitali, I didn't know what got into me. How could I have been a fool?” “Is okay son, let's just pray the police get her” “Dad?” “Yes son” “Can I at least see Morgana’s corpse I need to ask for forgiveness” “That’s the most confusing part, the doctor said Morgana was buried immediately, I never get to see her corpse too”

I was completely at her mercy. Is Morgana a witch or a sorcerer? When did she possess supernatural powers? I couldn't believe that Morgana had supernatural powers. "Hahaha... how does it feel to be helpless, huh? I know that you are wondering about my powers. Well, I will tell you. I had to make a blood sacrifice to acquire the power just to destroy you. That being said, it is time to die! Say goodbye to the world," she said in an icy tone. I tried to run but I couldn't move any part of my body. The only movement in my body was my hair blowing in the wind and the tears running down my face. I felt like a statue.

"You're the only child I found who stands a chance to free her from this loathsome spell. Without her wand, a sorceress is without magic. And a sorceress without magic is no more powerful than an ordinary woman. That's why she needs you. I've gone through the mirrors every day, visiting so many places to look for someone like you." "But how could someone like me help your mistress?" Cassandra said. "I'm just an ordinary girl." "Ha! Ordinary my foot!" Owlyn scoffed. "You have the blood of a seer. It runs in the family, passing from mother to daughter." "What?" Cassandra turned to Owlyn with a confused look, but before she could ask anything else, Cassandra felt the same gripping sensation in

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

Morgana asked still incredulous. As long as she thought about it, the least sense it made. Jack got up on his feet and started to walk around the room. Morgana followed him with her eyes. "I'm almost certain, and I'll need your opinion on that, that Violet is also a sorceress, just like you." "She is what?" Morgana widened her eyes even more. "How could she be a sorceress? She doesn't have any powers. She can't even shift because of the drugs. That wouldn't prevent me from shifting or using my abilities."

I made sure she drank plenty of the water with truth potion. Leaning against the desk, I asked, “What is your real name?” She blinked wide. “Morgan,” she replied. “I changed it to Morgana after traveling with the gypsy werewolves.” I smiled, was working. “Do you love me?” She smirked. "I don't give a shit about love. You have the body, and Goddess knows I love a filthy good fuck. I'll take every drop of your cum and ride your hard meat all night long. The more cash and diamonds you throw at me, the better I'll spread my legs. I’m not after your silly little heart like Rima; I’m after your money, Ronan, and her bloody wealth, too."

They smelled similar. A woman stood at the center of a clearing. She was tall—taller than Aria—with silver hair that fell past her waist and eyes that were the exact same shade of blue as Aria's. She wore a simple white dress stained with dirt at the hem, and her feet were bare on the forest floor. "Morgana," Aria said. "Hello, daughter of my blood." Morgana's voice was warm. Not cold, not vengeful, not any of the things Aria had expected from a witch whose curse had destroyed generations. "You look like your mother."

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

I want to end this, and I have no problems being the nightmare in her fucking dream. I reached the cottage and burst through the door to see Morgana trying to make a portal but failing. The potion definitely worked. She screams and I lunge for her, but a rogue hidden in a dark space, slams into my body, knocking me out of the way effectively blocking my path to Morgana.