Novelas y relatos de Morgana

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

AZRAEL I was turning away when I heard Morgana shout, I looked back sharply as I sat upon my horse, staring through Olen’s Arch. I knew Morgana no matter what she wore or if her face was covered. She always held the grace and power of an Araton Royal; the way she held her swords, the way she fought and the way she struck down her enemies. She was one of the finest swordsmen of our kind. She was doubled over, gripping her waist as she fought off a Fae. Jaylen, the dick I was talking to and one of the four fae princes, raised his hand, motioning for them to storm through the arch that no longer stood where it once did.

he said roughly, turning away. An hour later, we were in an SUV heading south. Luna slept in the back while I sat beside Dimitri, trying to process everything. "Tell me about my aunt," I said quietly. "Morgana is... intense. She runs a supernatural bar in the French Quarter. Neutral ground for all species." He glanced at me. "She's also one of the most powerful witches alive." "More powerful than my mother was?" "Different. Your mother was a seer and healer. Morgana is a war witch."

“Aislen means dreamer, and Morgana great circle. You are witch-trained, but not a witch.” Aislen narrowed her eyes at him. “Ten minutes is up, Aaron.” “Morgana, give me a f-king chance,” he replied. “Mother of blood and wolf is pretty self-explanatory, considering your mates, who are four kings,” he pulled a slight face at that. “Of a sort.”

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

Debris filled the whole place and a leak formed puddles on the floor. Morgan walked to a rusty old door. She knocked, feeling tired. - What's your name? Someone asked from inside. - Morgana. A small window in the door opened, revealing two pairs of disdainful blue eyes. Then the window closed and the door opened. Morgana entered, saying nothing to the man who opened the door for her. She knew Ian well and they did not get along well.

It was Morgana, her ethereal figure flickering but no less menacing. “You’ve delayed me long enough,” she said, her voice a venomous hiss. “The anchors, the Nexus, this realm—they all belong to me.” Valen stepped forward, his staff glowing with arcane energy. “You’re nothing but a shadow, Morgana. You can’t stop us.” Morgana’s laughter filled the cavern, cold and mocking. “A shadow? Perhaps. But even a shadow can consume the brightest light.” She raised a hand, and the shelves around the vault began to collapse, their contents bursting into dark flames.

Not from this pack. Behind them, a ripple in the air formed. And then she appeared. Morgana. The witch. She stepped forward, barefoot on the concrete, her long midnight cloak fluttering behind her. Her hair was silver and black like spider silk, her face pale, her eyes glowing with an unnatural gold hue that pulsed like coals. “P-please,” I managed, my voice shaking. “I don’t want this anymore. I don’t know what you did to me, but I—I can feel myself again. I can hear myself. Please—stop—”

I don’t remember what almost killed me, but if it hadn’t been for Martin, it has completely erased me from this world, for which I am thankful. When I looked in the mirror again, I was surprised by what I saw... It was me, with multiple wounds. “W-what...?” I trembled and backed away from the mirror. “Fight, Ana. Take revenge on those who harmed us. Be an Ana Mystica.” I shivered and shook my head again before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. When I saw it had returned to normal, I sat on the bed, clutching my chest, because I was nervous.

" But Morgana, revenge...,.." "I will burn with no rest until I exert revenge for what happened 20 years ago. The flames of my vengeance know no mercy, Nathan, they burn and will burn until every injustice turns to ash. I am the storm, the reckoning that will come for those that dared wrong me in the past" she proclaimed, before walking off, not caring whether he had anything more to say to her.