Novel & Cerita Morgana Pendragon Dresses

But their eyes scanned my posture, my simple hair, and the way I held my hands, silently capturing every Southern flaw. At the center of the semicircle sat Lady Morgana. Maya had told me about her. She was an elegant, composed noble widow. She wore a dark, heavy velvet gown. Her daughter, Lady Genevieve, sat right beside her, wearing a silver collared gown. Genevieve smirked. She had been expected to take the throne before Draken bought a fated mate from the Southern Pack. Morgana didn't flinch or sneer when I approached the podium; she just watched me like a predator waiting for a single mistake to attack its prey.

Before she could finish Liza had already took her to the garden, shifted into her dragon and threw Amanda on her back. “You bitch.” I just stood there praying for Dominic. “Bad news brother. She’s bringing Amanda. A dragon plus Huntress, you are so screwed! Good luck!” While she was busy hunting our brother I decided to plan a surprise. Being the King had it’s perks. Everyone quickly set up little booths in the ballroom. From wedding dresses to cakes. All the things she would need to plan her dream wedding. Morgana finally arrived and I explained my plan. She quickly teleported and reappeared with her wedding dress.

Everyone looked at her, and she never missed the gasp from Emerson, Merly, and Emerose Morgan, who were now holding their breath in disbelief, standing before her friend. Young Morgan stands in front of them wearing her bare back, off-shoulder emerald green evening dress with a slit in the front that is half of her thigh-high paired with an emerald green stiletto and adorned with jewelry made with pure emerald green crystals. She looked so elegant and beautiful that Jace, standing not too far away, couldn’t help but feast his eyes.

I quickly reached my closet and brought my battleground uniform out. “My pride,” I smiled weakly even when I knew I wouldn’t get to set a foot in the battleground. I wore the khaki pants and white shirt, braided my hair, and left for downstairs. The instant I came before the eyes of everyone, they halted and shared a glance. Aramis’ eyes showed mixed emotions; contentment and sadness at the same time. “What is she doing wearing this uniform? Did she forget she is not the same strong she-wolf anymore?” Joce was at it again. She had turned even vile after the demise of Victor. Morgana was standing behind her wearing a black dress by choice.

A need for him to touch every part of my skin. A need for him to plant his lips on mine and never stop. A need for him to be inside me and thrust until we're both a sweaty mess. I get up quickly and place my knees on both sides of him so I'm now straddling him and he places his hands on my hips which sends electricity up and down every vein in my being. "Fuck.. Morgana..." He groans and I feel him get hard underneath me and my core is seeping with warmth. My gown is pretty easy to take off so I slip out of it easily until I'm in just my bra and panties.

He keeps an eye on her, standing up when Morgana gestures for him to get out of his chair. For some reason, Morgana swallows her saliva dryly. - Will you give me a princess day? He sneers, interested in what Morgana will do. - Just make you more presentable. You're one of the top detectives in New York and you'll lose your credibility. He shrugged. Then Morgan began to button up Will's shirt. He could do it, but it was a pleasure to see her doing it for him. She stepped back and excused herself. She left the room, leaving the door open. Then she entered, holding her purse.

Alpha Jake inquired, his gaze fixed on Morgana, a beacon of trust in the supernatural realm. Morgana, her eyes holding a depth of knowledge that transcended time, responded, "I have a gift for you both." From the folds of her robes, she produced two jade pendants, intricately carved with protective symbols. "These pendants hold a powerful enchantment," Morgana explained. "Wear them daily, and they will shield you from spells and ill intentions. They will grow warm when danger approaches, serving as a warning." Gratitude filled Mara's eyes as she accepted the pendant, the weight of responsibility settling on her shoulders. "Thank you, Morgana. We appreciate your guidance and protection."

“I don’t know anyone named Morgana. I know her as V.” “What does she look like?” “She uses disguises. Sometimes she’s tall and blonde, sometimes she’s short, curvy and African American. Its changed each time I’ve been near her, but she smells the same. A strange burning metallic overlayed with a mustiness, like mold. But she tries to cover it with perfume. Her voice hasn’t changed either, but I know she can do that too.” I nod, not surprised by his information. “Who is he planning on attacking next?”

DAMON’S POV “I want to help you fight.” Morgana states simply and I raise my brows at her curiously. I’m confused right now. I don’t know why she was crying a few seconds ago and that’s all I want to know. Morgana has never hugged me before. I was surprised when she wrapped her hands around my waist and cried into my chest. She felt so small in my arms and in that moment, all I wanted to do was protect her.

“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.”