Morgana Pendragon Dresses Novels & Stories

DIANE'S POV My eyes widened with shock as Luna Morgana stared at me with a mixture of anger and hatred in her hazel eyes. I was confused and didn't know what to do as my eyes swept over her. She was wearing an expensive-looking blue bodycon dress that accentuated her hourglass figure. Her long glossy ginger hair cascaded over her shoulder and framed her pretty oblong face with heavy makeup. On her ears were dangling Sapphire earrings and around her neck was a Sapphire necklace.

I asked, frowning as I put down my paintbrush. "My dagger that King Orrian sent for me on my tenth birthday!" Niko almost growled. I raised an eyebrow. "Well, if you don’t have proof that I took it, then I don’t have it." Xendaya said, shrugging dramatically. "Oh?" Morgana’s sensual voice came, and I turned to look at her as she stepped out into the sun. Dressed in a slinky deep pink top and black pants, she looked as gorgeous as the first fucking time I saw her…

The top half of the dress is form fitting, with a cinched waist that flares out into a flowing bottom half that reaches the floor, gliding around her as she walks in my direction. The bottom part of her dress has black roses embroidered within the top layer of see through material that covers the dress, similar in looks to what Morgana is currently wearing. Rubies can be seen twinkling in the light along her breasts, drawing my attention to her breasts that are barely staying inside of her dress.

“You know, I’ve waited years for this moment.” Morgana’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. She rose from where she’d been perched on the arm of the couch, smoothing down her red dress—the one that cost more than most people’s monthly rent. The one Kieran had bought her last month, claiming it was a thank-you gift for helping close some deal. How had I been so blind? “Years of watching you parade around like you belonged here.” She circled me slowly, a predator sizing up wounded prey. “Playing dress-up as the Luna, hosting those pathetic dinner parties, pretending you had any idea how to navigate Alpha society.”

She’d still given him life. The soft click of heels on marble interrupted my brooding. I looked up to see Morgana approaching from the hallway, and my breath caught in my throat. She wore one of Regina’s nightgowns—pale blue silk that I remembered buying for our second anniversary. The fabric clung to Morgana’s curves and her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders. “You look like you need company,” she said softly, her voice carrying the same sultry undertone she’d used years ago when comforting me through Regina’s betrayals.

“ I just can't believe all the effort I put in to create that potion went down the drain right in front of me!, because of a mere human Xerxes rejected my submission, he insulted the woman in me, now I can't step out of this cave, I can't walk freely in the street where I was once worship and this is all…, why are there all black and red clothes in here!!” She threw one of the clothes at a maid who was nervously waiting for her instructions. Feeling helpless in the tense atmosphere, the poor girl who knew nothing about her mistress wardrobe fell face down, trembling all over as she begged for mercy. Luckily for her, the heavens were on her side. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when Dora ra

But I knew it was his decision, and there was no point in fighting or throwing a tantrum when he was asking for it. — Normal. — See? Now we can talk. Morgana took my hand and pulled me closer to the books. She smiled as purple light surrounded her, and her dress transformed into a T-shirt and shorts. That was something I wished I could do; it would be incredible. — We have a division in magic manipulation.

RHEA The door opened and several witches walked in. Morgana was the last person to come in. She was wearing an ankle length red robe. As the leader of the raven witch clan, my mother used to wear a red robe that looked just like the one Morgana was wearing. Seeing Morgana in the red robe, upset me. The rest of the witches who were Morgana's followers, began to hum. The melody had an eerie feeling to it. It made me feel even more uncomfortable and desperate to escape. The witches raised their voices in harmony, as their leader began to draw a pentagram on the floor, using the blood of an animal.

I walked into the grand hall and was immediately struck by the sight of Queen Morgan. She was dressed in stunning black fighting leathers that hugged her like a second skin. The outfit, paired with her flawless skin and cascading red hair, made her look impossibly youthful—almost ethereal like an angel, but she was anything but that. Her beauty was a lie. Her eyes gave her away. There was something ancient behind them… it was the beauty of the earth. That she was stealing. She smiled, in a way that made my stomach twist. It was cold and so predatory.

Morgana said to Amelia, completely ignoring Sharon's greetings, which made Amelia feel quite off but she didn't inquire further at that moment. Morgana signalled one of the attendees, who was holding a huge bag in her hand. The attendee stepped forward and Morgana took that back from her. “Tomorrow is your and Callum's wedding celebration gathering and I want you to wear this dress for the gathering, Amelia,” Morgana extended the bag towards Amelia with a polite smile on her face. Amelia took the back from her. “Thank you,” she thanked Morgana, smiling, believing it to be a gift from Morgana.