Morgana Pendragon Merlin Novels & Stories

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

He had been talking to the tattooed woman in another language, but one that fit with the faint accent of his voice and rang with history and magic. He smiled as he looked down at her, covering her hand with his. “This is my Morgana,” he said to Delwyn. “One of four of my mates. Morgana, this is Delwyn. Delwyn is a priestess from Concordia. I am… astonished that she is here.”

Images flash in her mind, the iron chains, the broken stone pillar, the blood running down Kieran's wrists as he screamed her name in the mud. He had spent two years looking for her, and when he finally found her, she threw mud in his face and ran away. “I left him,” Morgana whispers, tears freezing on her cheeks. “He was tied up in the slum camp. I didn't know who he was, Leslie. I thought he was a rogue trying to attack us. I left him there.” “He isn't dead,” Leslie says quickly, trying to stop the panic rising in Morgana's eyes. “Kieran is an Alpha King. A handful of weak rogues couldn't kill him even if he was chained to stone. He broke free. I know he did.”

There was a mountain as I saw, crafted like a throne with a semi circle reaching from one part of the throne to another with signs scribbled on it. Steven was at the bottom of it, looking up at the dark mountains. "It took him days to finally get up there and it was all a waste." Raphael said. "One thing no one knew was that Gefion was actually the goddess of magic." "And Morgana was her sister." Light fades. I had all possible flashes and deja Vu trying to remember where I heard the name Morgana from. And I realised she was the one Butt told us about, she created Eregdrix.

There's something calculating and dangerous in her divine gaze that makes even Morgana shift uncomfortably under the weight of that supernatural attention. Damon has already recovered slightly from his ordeal, and he lifts up his head to take in the strange image of Morgana and Serena standing approximately six feet apart, gazing at each other with a peculiar kind of recognition that makes his heart lurch painfully in his chest. He finds himself still trying to understand exactly what is happening in this surreal situation when Morgana slowly begins making her way toward Serena with reverent steps. "I always knew that this momentous occasion was coming," Morgana continues, her voice thick wi

24 – A SIGN Renan Folder The forest winds carried a mix of scents—the familiar pine and the metallic tang of blood. My body stayed alert to everything while I hunted, but my mind was the real traitor. It always came back to a single name: Meridian. Rage burned in my chest at the memory of the Kingdom of Umbra. At the memory of what they turned her into. Those damned mages didn’t just take one of ours; they stole an essential piece of me—only she never knew. There wasn’t time. All I have left now is this emptiness that echoes through these silent nights.

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."

It is as I stand here, watching that Devona’s words finally hit me and I almost stumble, an arm holding me steady. I look up at the person holding me steady as this comes into focus within my mind. She is holding me steady, keeping me from falling into the spell. She is Merlin. The Merlin. I am Morgana Le Fay, I guess…. No. I mean, if I were here, I’d have power. But look at me, I am far from powerful. I don’t even know what I’m doing half of the time. Sure, I’ve had some strange things happen to me these last few days, but…

To the point where she would jump up and down the moment, she felt someone put a hand on the small of her back and lean a little closer to her ear. “Try as you might hide it. You know it is impossible to look away from you tonight.” Morgana froze. The voice was like a caress in her ear. For some strange reason, her heart pounded faster as she turned to face the man who had been such a shock to her. “You are dazzling wherever you go.” “You came!” she exclaimed, excitement in her voice and a hug in her arms. “Why wouldn't I?” was Arthur's reply, without releasing his hold on her.

Sapphires Perspective: Morgana is a formidable presence, one that shouldn't be trifled with, and with Crystal being the chosen prodigy, her role may prove critical in the imminent war. At sixteen, Crystal's turbulent emotions leave her vulnerable—ripe for manipulation, susceptible to coaxed into a misguided quest for exaggerated vengeance. I had to conceal her presence from Morgana—mentally and physically. If Morgana infiltrated Crystal's mind, she could dominate her body. I was determined to prevent that at all costs.