Morgana Novels & Stories

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.

He lingered there for a long time before moving to the other. Magdalena groaned softly under his touch, her entire being aching for the moment his heat would slide inside her. Suddenly, something pressed against her clitoris, something smooth, metallic, and unnaturally cold. A few deliberate strokes were all it took for an intense orgasm to break over her.

I don’t know if he will be able to since he’s bonded with her. I spot her from a distance, dressed in black with a crimson robe, her blonde hair falling down her back in long curls, and I can see the sickly yellow glow of her eyes from where I stand. Morganna sees us approaching, and with a flick of her wrist, a familiar-looking beast appears at her side: one that looks exactly like the beast Caterina summoned on the night she took out Westcott’s vamp lair.

“You’ll pay the consequences. You’ll pay for snatching my Ned, Noelle. I’ll destroy your whole life, Noelle Spraggins. I’ll make you begging for mercy.” Gripping tissue in her hand she clenched her teeth angrily, letting furious tears out of her eyes. She had retained so much hatred for the Spraggins family. She could feel her whole body throbbing with anger. She wanted revenge. She was so blinded by revenge that she was unable to differentiate between what was good and what was bad for her.

To her loss, Atlas and I didn’t turn to look at her as she passed by us and Laila was trying her best not to cringe at the poor girl. “Great- let’s get started. Morgana is planning a war- not just on your pack but on the rest in the province.” He started with a serious expression on his face. “She’s going after everyone, both those who she seemingly hate and those she have no direct meeting with. It’s more than a pack obsession, it’s a power trip in her mind for dominance.” Andro leaned back to his seat and crossed his legs over another. “The only thing that would give her that much confidence is probably because she has a backing thats bigger than all of us c

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

Although he is snuggled up against us, sharing his love, he is also simmering with a quiet anger, “the beacon. You cannot. I forbid it.” “Forbid?” Morgana speaks through Faye. “Have you forgotten who you are speaking to?” Her body grows rigid, glowing with power. But then as quickly as her anger flashes, it fades, replaced with another emotion that is harder to place, her body growing limp. “I don’t have a choice, not if it can bring back our men and give us a chance to stand against Mab.”

she paused to catch her breath. "I have given so many chances to change her mind but she has remained adamant which automatically means she is daring me to do my worst. I am Morgana, the deadly Viper and Diane has stepped on my tail so she will be bitten and I will inject so much venom in her that it will only take a miracle for her to survive the bite," she said with an eerie tone. "Luna Morgana, please, don't hurt my sister. I cannot live without her," Melody said in a pleading tone as tears streamed down her face.

“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 some

And then, Morgana herself joined the fight. For a woman her age, Morgana moved like a warrior. Trained. Deadly. Her eyes glowed with fanatical anger. “You’re too late, Detective!” she hissed, swinging at Leah. “The Architect’s empire cannot be touched!” Leah dodged the attack, countering with a strong kick that knocked Morgana back a step. But the older woman didn’t stay down, she reached into her boot and pulled out a sharp knife. Their fight became a brutal dance; blades flashing, fists flying, seconds bleeding away.