Morgana Pendragon Merlin Novels & Stories

Alex placed the crystal on the pedestal, its energy surging into the anchor as the ground trembled violently. “It’s working!” Kael shouted, deflecting another wave of shadows. But Morgana wasn’t finished. Her form coalesced into a singular, massive shape, her power focused on a final, devastating strike. “You cannot undo me!” she roared, her voice shaking the air. “I am eternal!” Elysia and Valen combined their powers, creating a massive shield around Alex as Morgana’s attack descended. The impact shattered the ground, sending shockwaves through the plateau.

The servant scrambled away. Morgana’s name alone carried weight. Her father had been Zarreth’s closest ally, and she had been Lucian’s shadow since childhood, his best friend, his confidant, and the only one who knew the darkness he carried inside. Lucian trusted her more than anyone alive. The doors swung open. Morgana entered, her long black hair swaying behind her, her presence commanding the room. She had spent her entire life honing her body and blade, becoming a warrior feared and respected by all.

“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.”

He caressed her face again. - You should come around more often. Practice a little with the rest of us, beat Beatrice. She hates you, you know. - Everybody hates me. I'm the strongest and no one bosses me around, unlike all of them. Daryl smiled again, holding her chin tightly and kissing Morgana's lips softly. Then he looked into her eyes. - That's why I love you, my love. Morgana rolled her eyes and left the room. She had work to do and it wasn't just breaking a neck or taking a shot. She would have to infiltrate the enemy camp well.

Morgan had turned fifteen only a few months earlier, but none of us gave a shit about how old she was getting. To Mom, Dad, and me, she was still our little girl. Our princess. Mom called Dad and me into her study and placed the dagger on the desk between us. Dad chuckled. I didn't. I knew Mom's face. She had already made up her mind about something. And once Adeline Miller made up her mind, the rest of us were usually just there to receive instructions. “Morgan cannot attend college in the Northern Kingdom, or any Kingdom in North America,” she said.

' Look from her fellow. "Well, the Light is here, the reborn is here, the end battle is near, I can feel it, I don't know if you can but I can and it doesn't seem good, right from when she entered Wales, I'm afraid we have to act very fast. But goodness she hasn't gained her full strength yet, so we can strike right before she is filled" She said assuring them she knew the reason she was called and was messing around with them. "That was why we sent for you, we all can feel it too. What about the four supposed elvers?"

"A goddess, nonetheless. I am unfamiliar with this Merlin. If you could please provide us with a brief history, we will be better able to determine if we can assist in whatever capacity you require." Ari nodded. "Merlin was a wizard of some repute. He once aided kings before our times progressed beyond their system of rule. Legend says that he is the bastard child of a demon and noble woman. He's immensely powerful, able to shape-shift, change perceptions of reality, and control the elements." I looked up at my grandmother, my mouth hanging open. "And you think I can beat him by myself?"

"We need them gone." She nods in understanding. "Gails and Devon are coming with Travis and this," She pauses and flashes me a devilish smile, "is Radiance." Damn, she noticed the way I looked at her. Radiance is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Her hair is long and flowing; a fierce color of orange/red. Her tail matches her hair perfectly. A bright orange tail with the tips of her fins are a beautiful ruby red. She has big, round, emerald green eyes surrounded by thick eye lashes. She shyly smiles a small smile to me and then darts her eyes down. Clearly humbled to be in my presence. "Thank you for assisting us today Radiance. I apologize for it being so early in the morning." I respectfull

The Dragon Council was still active, but now we had one for every type of species. The leader of each species set up the new council, to make sure everyone was on the same page. Each country had its own council as well, but Cyran had to be a part of them all. Mostly because their kind was spread across the world. The only species that haven’t revealed themselves to the world were Mer-people. It was mostly because for centuries they have been hunted by humans and treated as science projects. Since everyone understood their fear of humans, we made sure the humans didn’t learn about them until they were ready.

“Lilith did something to make Soren desire me, hoping he’d take me away from Arlo and return her son to her control. But things went wrong, Cerelia killed her. Are you responsible for Soren’s sudden desire to be king as well?” Maelor beams at me proudly, as if I’m his prize student. “Witty, pretty and smart, the perfect vessel to house Morgana’s resurrected spirit.” I wasn’t loving the sound of this. “Oh gosh, thanks, but I’m afraid I have to decline your generous offer. I’m already housing my own spirit, there really isn’t room.” “Oh yes, you’re ideal,” Maelor reiterates happily. “Unfortunately there’s going to be a little discomfort for you. At midnight we’ll be performing a ritual which e