Morgana Pendragon Merlin Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You mean someone like me?” Morgana’s lips curved into a small smile, but there was no warmth in it. “I’m afraid not, Alex. You are strong, yes, but her bloodline... it is ancient. The power she wields is not something you were born with. The one who will stand beside her must be someone of equal origin.” Alex’s mind reeled. “But that means...” “That means she is destined for someone else,” Morgana finished, her voice heavy with the weight of the truth. “A bond that is already written. Someone who shares her bloodline. Someone powerful enough to be her equal.”

I staggered, caught by Damon. “Morgana?” Mordecai’s face had gone pale. “That’s impossible. She died twenty years ago.” “Who is Morgana?” I demanded. “Your mother’s sister,” Maren said quietly. “Your aunt. She was exiled for forbidden experiments involving bonding wolves against their will. The Council sentenced her to death, but she disappeared before the execution could be carried out.”

"I swear to you Kael I had nothing to do with a mage attacking. I did not even know there was a mage involved in any of this." "Then tell me the truth about everything else" I said. I walked toward her until we were face to face. "No more lies. No more half truths. Tell me exactly what you have been doing and who hired you." Morgana looked at me for a long moment. Then her shoulders slumped and she started crying. "Fine" she said. "I will tell you everything. But you are not going to like it." "Talk" I ordered. "I was hired by a consortium of Northern Territory nobles" Morgana admitted. "They paid me fifty thousand gold to come here and cause problems for you and Elvanya."

Alexis was standing in the Terminus looking at the Departure Board and frowning, ‘Why the fuck does she want to go to Cornwall? He wondered out loud turning to Morgana, ‘Alexis, do you not know your history of England? Have you never heard of King Arthur and the Great Warlock Merlin?’ Alexis shook his head smiling, ‘Are you going to give me a history lesson now Morgana?’ He chuckled and she frowned back at him not amused,

The organization of wizards, having as candidates for great masters were there, Nimue and Merlin who would choose a new candidate for the position of council wizard, among the new members there were Charles a wizard with white hair and at his side Suzana, in the middle of to the challenges, Merlin did not accept Suzana, but Charles, winning a spot on the council chair, so, thirsty with rage, she went to Morgana. However, due to the truce between Arthur, Morgana and Merlin, in their recent truce, while she gained a kingdom of her own, she did not accept to support or help. Enraged, when she went looking for others who could help her, even if the only ones who were willing, were just the rejec

"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 the Sage of the Kingdom of Alvarez, she is Merlin's sister. But

Her laughter was a deadly sound, ‘Killian, you have just met the Great Warlock, Merlin, and England’s greatest King, Arthur Pendragon and yet you still question the existence of Avalon?’ He looked into her hypnotic purple eyes, ‘Very well, where do I find this Avalon?’ He demanded from her and she sighed softly, ‘Killian, this is powerful magic. You cannot ..’ He interruputed her with a dismissive wave of his hand, ‘Don’t lecture me on what I can and cannot do. Where is this Avalon Magenta and how the fuck do I get her there?’

“Morgana comes from a long line of healers and sorcerers. Her knowledge will be… beneficial to the pack.” Morgana’s voice was calm and polished. “I am here at my father’s request. And I intend to see the ceremony through.” Her focus did not waver from me, though she spoke to the King as if she were utterly loyal. I could sense her already plotting, every subtle movement a chess piece, and I felt the thrill of having a rival whose mind worked as intricately as my own. Damon’s jaw clenched. I felt it through the bond before I even looked at him. Tension flared in his chest, protective and possessive and I smiled faintly to myself.

She whispered as she stared at the General’s charred remains still emanating wisps of smoke. “Well, I’m pretty sure we can all agree that he had it coming,” Morgana said testily as she dusted her hands clean. “Why my sisters and I were helping him in the first place, I have no idea... I guess I became too fond of him and blind to the monster he was becoming, but I’m glad that I put was able to put a stop to it after all,” She admitted softly, lifting up her head to shoot Kendra a sad smile. Kendra could see the tears in her eyes. It hadn’t particularly been an easy feat for her after all like it had seemed.

“Why are you so sure that I have a connection there, daddy, of all the many gods and goddesses throughout the history of this world that could possibly be my ancient ancestor, why her?” “Well,” he paused as they passed by the barricade, the two soldiers’ face shields tracking them, leaving Aislen with an impression of confused worry from the two men, as if they could not think of a reason to stop them, but weren’t entirely sure they were supposed to be permitting them to pass either. “Many reasons, Morgana. The name that you chose for yourself, first of all. Morgana. Morrigan. Morgan Le Fey and the Morrigan have long been entangled, rightly or wrongly, in legend. It would be too coincidental