Morgana Pendragon Novels & Stories

He's not someone to joke with his health, but first, he would discuss it with his friend. ******** Meanwhile, as soon as Drake stepped out of the room and shut the door, his cat had slowly transformed into a very beautiful lady with glowing brown skin. Her brown mane reached down to her waist, shining beautifully, just like her skin. It was the same lady that goes around with the priest to recruit their kind to fight against Morgana and the rest of the royal family. The same girl turning everything upside down and effortlessly ruining people with her schemes. The one that caused Morgana to be living as a maid. The one that betrayed her.

Minet gasped, groaning as she stood up sluggishly, “Where are the swords!?” “Outside with the horses still! I got distracted by my reading and forgot to bring them in!” Lizz cried. “You need to distract him so I can slip out and get one,” Minet said, helping Lacey to shuffle back against the wall as the giant man named Murgan closed in on his prizes, his eyes turning dark from thoughts he was having. Taking a deep breath, Lizz did her best to produce a fireball, throwing it quickly at Murgan who swatted it aside with relative ease, “Huh? That’s should have still burnt him!”

I murmured, half asleep, smiling against his ribs, warm all the way through. "My queen," Malik said, quiet, into my hair, like a thing he'd known for a long time and had only now earned the right to name. "My queen of chaos. If you'll have the crown. If you'll take a gray careful kingdom and a man who's still learning how to be a person and a whole city full of people who used to be ordered to fear you, and stand next to it all, not under it, and make it yours too." I lay very still against him, and felt the enormous thing his voice was circling, and decided, being who I was, to make him work for the shape of it.

“And what is she, Morgana?” “I don’t know,” Morgana said, and for the first time, something real flickered across her face, not anger or accusation, but a quiet, carefully contained fear. “Nobody does. That’s the whole point. She’s the last of a bloodline tied to a prophecy no one fully understands, with powers no one can explain, showing up at the exact moment everything starts to unravel.” Her eyes swept the room, sharp and steady. “Some in this pack call her a savior. Others call her…” She let the word hang in the air, heavy and deliberate, “an abomination. And I’d bet most of you don’t actually know which is true. You’re just hoping.”

When she looked at me like I was more than the monster they all feared? Was it a game to her? A door slammed open. I didn't move, but my eyes snapped to the source. One of my warriors stumbled in, out of breath, his hand over his chest like he’d run the whole way. “My Lord,” he panted. I didn’t speak. Just waited. He bowed his head quickly. “We found her. The woman from that night.” My heart stopped for a beat. He swallowed. “She’s from the Moonbane pack.”

I stormed out of the room, unable to be close to her any longer. Ever since the day I saw Alison on the battleground, I’ve been unable to get her out of my mind! I even ran into a physical problem when Otsana tried to seduce me! I never had that problem before! It was infuriating! Then I find out that Alison is the rogue king’s lost daughter, and she had been living here all this time, which meant the rogue king had more than enough reason to wage war against us.

As the vampires licked their wounds from the failed assault, Morgana was determined to turn the tide in their favor. She needed more power, and there was only one way to get it. She had to delve deeper into the dark arts than she ever had before. --- In a cavernous underground chamber, Morgana stood before an ancient altar. The air was thick with the scent of blood and brimstone. Symbols of dark magic adorned the walls, pulsating with malevolent energy. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows that danced across Morgana's determined face.

This dragon was hers. She was right. She was always right, dragon blood did flow with her. Not the men of Kronos but she, Mare, a child of Baryn, slave of the Vallezarii king of Arlankis.

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.

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.