Morgana Novels & Stories

"HA HA HA HA! Is this it? Is this my destiny? After everything I've went through, after everything I sacrificed, is this the end? Is this the karma for all the people that I've murdered? Is this the end of my journey you ******* Gods! Even if I die here, even if need to exchange my soul to the devil, I will still avenge my people . I will kill Merlin and the rest of the Kingdom!" The maiden was shocked after she heard the name Merlin. It was a name familiar to her, a name that is important for her, a name that is very important for her revenge. Merlin is actually related to Morgana the traitor of humanity. Morgana was originally

to brethe through the anger and pulled away from him but as I escaped his grasp Duke grabbed my other wrist taking advantage of me being distracted and focused on Flint. He had stood up from the table at some point and was behind me. "Let go." I growled trying to pull away again. "My friend asked you a question you filthy rouge." Duke snarled looking down at me. I felt my anger build and my vision began to turn red. "You both know I work here, stop trying to show off for your new friends and let the fuck go of me." The words seemed to hiss from my lips. "Your boy isn't here to save you this time you disrespectful little bitch." Duke stepped closer and suddenly a surge of energy seem to come

Alexander did warn me that many would try to interfere, and part of me worried he might be right. Morgana was a vicious serpent; she is the number one person I should avoid. That kingdom is ancient and has been ruled by the blood spilled there for generations. Edwin was a fool when he married Morgana. I mean, she’s a beautiful woman, but hollow and dark. Money greedy.

I asked, and he exhaled slowly. “Morgana knows he’s chasing after you, and she is annoyed. She’s planning something. I haven’t been able to find out what her exact plans are, but I heard that she had a meeting with Cain Lancaster a few days ago.” I sat up at the mention of the Rogue King’s name and leaned forward. “Why would she meet with him? She knows Dave hates his guts.” “Well, my sources say that she isn’t doing it for Dave. She’s raising an army for herself.”

She says in that low sultry voice that never fails to get my blood roaring with sinful pleasures and in three full confident strides, she is at my desk, perching delicately on my thighs. There are so many reasons why this was wrong. Morgana is my cousin. Whilst this wasn't usually an issue in our world amongst our kind, I have a fated mate from the Lunaria Clan, picked out by my father himself for strategic reasons of course. Sylvia Fenris. A red haired innocent looking beauty.

She was the figure under the tree at Simon’s party, the one watching us at Moonbrook. “Identify yourself,” Kael called up, his voice carrying across the yard. The woman looked at us and spoke casually. “After everything, you still don’t know me. I’m hurt. I expected better of Edmund’s children.” Next to me, Camilla stood rigid, her face twisted with a rage so deep and old it must have built up over a lifetime. My stomach dropped. Then I realized who she was. Morgana. She was here, inside Silvermoon, above us. The wall did nothing to keep her out. That thought frightened me. What if she enchanted the mad rogues? Would she be able to get them through the wall?

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

[MAGNUS] The air in the palace has been cold and hollow since Morgana's execution. As I walk the corridors, the weight of her absence presses on my shoulders like a cloak of iron. The echoes of her final croaked screams haunt the walls, and every time I close my eyes, I see her severed head being dangled before the crowd. Her eyes, once so full of fire and determination, now lifeless and cold. The memory is a torture, one that I cannot escape.

Dad says, looking for Morwenna, who is approaching the dais with Niko. “I hope she is, because if I am not given what I was promised…” he leaves his threat hanging. “We will keep our side of the promise,” Mom says, as Dad places a hand on her arm to calm her. “I am Morgana, Queen of Clair De Lune.” Mom says, holding out her hand. Agnarr arches a brow as his eyes rake over Mom, but he does not take her offered hand. “The Vampire Princess who brought peace to this kingdom and the Sanguine Empire. I heard you were once nothing more than a slave.”

I gestured licking my lips “Morgana I’m warning you!” “Jeez, should I be afraid? My stepson is warning me. Now listen Micheal let me make something clear to you, six months ago you cheated on Morgana, five years of Morgana’s life you wasted it, you called Morgana a toy you used in blowing off steam, you tricked Morgana and rendered her useless, and finally you killed and buried Morgana. So get it into that empty head of yours that the Morgana you used to know is long dead