Morgana Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“Maelor was right, you would have been the perfect host. Zesty, smart and strong. You even have good taste in men. I would have enjoyed fucking this bucking bronco, but you couldn’t let me have that, could you?” I know immediately that the woman wrapping herself around Not Arlo is Morgana. He’s not my Arlo, I don’t give a damn what she does with this soulless carbon copy. Her hair is a cascade of dark curls, coiled like living tendrils around her shoulders, framing her impossibly lovely face. High cheekbones cast sharp hollows in the flickering light, her full lips curled in a knowing smirk as she eyes me. Her eyes, deep green, laced with gold, glows with something both mesmerizing and peril

I said and she began to stroke my hair with such fondness, it made my heart ache. "Jaden can't find you because of the spells and wards that has been configured around this building. You have to save yourself, Rhea" she said and vanished into thin air. By the time I was brought back to reality, Morgana had finished with the pentagram. She was holding in her hand, a glinting dagger with an emerald handle. She approached me with eyes darkened with determination. I started to struggle with the chains around my wrists and ankles. She sneered.

He cocks his head to the side as he studies my face intently, causing me to squirm in place under his gaze. Words move to the forefront of my mind, beating back the whispering voices that were growing too loud to ignore. The soothing sound of Jamari’s voice floods my system with calm, helping me take control of the magic that threatens to consume me. “I am Morgana Pendragom.” Magic swirls around me, sending my hair flying around my head. “There is nothing I can not do.” A scream leaves my lips as the last of my words fills the space between us. A burst of power shoots out from my body, blasting against the spell placed on the cell door.

"I heard your lament. A brilliant mind, a noble lineage, trapped in a cage of flesh and bone. I can unlock those dormant abilities. I can give you the stamina and the heighted senses you crave. I can make you what you were always meant to be." Jose stared at her for a moment, the silence stretching thin. Then, he snorted. A sharp, mocking laugh escaped his throat. "Right. And let me guess, you’re a fairy godmother? Or maybe a Sith Lord?" He leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms. "Who are you really?" "I am Morgana," she replied, her voice dropping to a dangerous, icy register. Jose’s laughter returned, louder this time. "Morgana? Seriously? What, is Merlin in the hallway getting us

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.

Hector takes my arm and pulls me towards a side door, I can smell her before I see her, the rot is getting worse. I smirk as I am taken into a lounge where Desirey and Helga sit, there is another couple of guards I don’t recognize and the pervert Ivor. his eyes run up and down me making my stomach turn, filthy old man. It’s Helga that stands and comes to look at Morgana’s hand. “What happened to you?” “She broke my fucking hand” “She doesn't even have her wolf yet, how the hell did she do that?” Helga hisses at Morgana. I smirk as Helga turns her attention on me.

Donald is off his horse immediately, his hands already glowing with diagnostic magic, and the look that crosses his face when he examines me makes my stomach drop even though I’m already lying down. “It’s Morgana,” he says, and his voice has that tight quality that means he’s working very hard to stay calm. “She’s connected to Mabel through the silver wolf bloodline, she’s pulling power directly from her to fuel the ritual preparations now that the counter-spell disrupted her original plan.” “Can you stop it?” Alistair demands.

I could feel the darkness swirling inside me, but I held it back, refusing to let it consume me. “You’re wrong,” I said through gritted teeth, my blade clashing against hers one final time. “I’m stronger because I choose to fight.” Dark Seraphina’s eyes widened, but before she could react, I knocked her blade from her hand and pinned her to the ground, my blade poised at her throat. I had won. But just as I prepared to deliver the final blow, a cold, familiar voice echoed through the realm. “Well done, my child." Morgana’s voice sent a chill down my spine, and the air around us seemed to freeze. Slowly, I turned, and there she was—Morgana herself, standing in the shadows, her dark eyes gleam

They did not possess magic. Looking back at Morgana, the truth clicked into place. The silver-haired woman smiled, her eyes glowing with an unnatural, sickly purple light. She was not just a warrior. She was something far more dangerous. What the fuck! The game had just changed.

Ayana will end up being dragged in it. "What's wrong?" Sarah asked after a long time staring contest that's already making her feel uncomfortable. It was now she noticed Morgana is taller than her. It was now Sarah noticed the beauty she had been ordering around. It was as if some sort of spell casted on Sarah was half lifted. Morgana explained what had happened to Sarah, but she couldn't go all out like she planned to do. She was expecting Sarah to act mighty and claimed they were nothing but slaves, but the look of horror and annoyance on Sarah's face made her feel less wronged.