Morgana Merlin Dresses Novels & Stories

I know there’s nowhere Arlo won’t be able to find me now and Maelor will never be able to cut us off from each other again. The magical cuffs barely offer any resistance as I slip out of them. I was hoping to find my clothes somewhere in here, but it seems I’ll be running in a lacy, white negligee which barely reaches my thighs. I doubt it was necessary to dress me this way, they didn’t have such fine fabrics when Morgana was alive. Pervy old bastard.

I wear the blue high heels, too. "Shameless," finally, Morgana speaks. " H—how can you do that!" she shrieks. I ignore her and go to the closet. I look in the mirror, admiring the lovely blue dress. It is floor-length with a low neckline and an open back. It sits perfectly on my body. How did he know my measurements? I put my hair in a bun and wear some powder, blush, and lipstick, as I don't know how to do my makeup well.

The few days Morgana had gone to the Sanguine Empire for had been the worst, I vowed to never let her go anywhere without me ever again. I entered my bedroom to see her in a silk black nightdress with a criss-cross string back detailing. It revealed her smooth, creamy skin and those jutting shoulder blades as she sat upon her vanity stool, braiding her hair. Something I wanted to see her do every night… to return home every night, to her.

Chased off unwanted predators that came about after Aodh had crossed over. “Girl, after what I heard about you taking out hellhounds and demon dogs. You are dressed fine. There will be time later to wash up.” I smile at the Thin brunette, grateful for her words. I look at the three women. Morgan wore a pristine white dress. The redhead was in a blue top and skirt and the brunet wore a pair of tight pants and a jacket; her hair neatly piled into a bun on top of her head. “Do you have clothes to change into?” I shake my head. “Nope. I didn’t bring much with me, and this is what I was given by Petra…”

Morgan walked barefoot down the stairs, neglecting to lift the train of her dress. "Bennett, look! Do I look pretty?" Morgan called after the man whose back was facing her. Bennett turned when he heard her voice. He looked up at the pixie of a girl atop the stairs that was decked in a pink gown. Her arms were as pale as ivory alongside the shade of pink she was wearing—she looked like a delicate young lady. Although she was wearing a pink gown, she did not look gaudy, and her visage was striking without being too overpowering.

Liz really looked like an angel. Gigi wanted to gasp, she looked beautiful. Her hair was still orange, her smile was still the sweetest ever, her laugh was still Gigi's comfort sound and her legs were still long and Gigi just had to bite her lip to control herself from crying. Liz was wearing a blue floral dress and had two braids on her hair. Gigi felt the need to run and hug her but she controlled herself

He wore a sharp, custom-tailored dark suit, looking effortlessly handsome but radiating pure trouble. "Well, well, well. Look who actually made it to the event of the century," Raven mused to himself, adjusting his cuffs. Right behind him, walking with a graceful, deadly elegance, was Morgana. For the first time in forever, she had completely suppressed her demonic aura, altering her appearance to look entirely human. She wore a stunning, deep crimson gown that made her look like high society royalty rather than a creature of the dark. "Behave yourself, Raven," Morgana warned in a low, dangerous purr, her eyes scanning the crowd. "We are guests here, even if we weren't technically on the VIP

“Stay away from him.” I let out a shaky breath. “I’m not… I haven’t......" Morgana gave a sly smile. “Oh, denial is just so charming.” She headed toward the door. But just before she stepped out, she turned back to me one last time. “Oh,” she said casually. “You might want to check your gown for tomorrow.” I tilted my head, puzzled. “Why?” Her smile was that of someone who had already laid the perfect trap. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

"So, finally you changed your mind." Drake smiled sweetly at the woman in front of him. Morgana was dressed in a tube down that leaves her upper body bear to the eyes, already gathering attention to them, as those around them couldn't take their eyes off her. Her silver hair was beautifully styled and pinned at the back of her head to stop it from causing obstructions to her gorgeous skin. She was dressed to kill and people are mentally being slaughtered. Her long lashes fanned seductively as she responded to the beautiful man in front of her.

She barely had enough energy to cry, and yet, she wept, her shoulders rocking up and down, breathy sobs coming out of her. "My dress hissed and swished with each step as I walked towards him. I told myself I would be OK. If I just had my mate, I would be OK. So I took it. Every comment, every snide remark, every dress that never flattered me, every task that belittled me. I took it all." Alpha Riven looked up at the moon, giving her a bit of privacy as she blew her nose and continued. "Morgana herself, wore the most beautiful gown I had ever seen. Of course they were still on the color of her temple clothes, but they were so beautiful and form fitting, you'd think she was the one marrying.