Morgana Pendragon Novels & Stories

"Just who do you think you are batting an eye against I, Genevieve Montenegro. Who do you think you are?" " Oh me?" Morgana retorted, taking a few steps away from her and walking majestically around the room, swinging back and forth like a teenager day dreaming. " I love you Faye, I love you so much, please don't ever leave me. You're the only woman I've ever fallen for and will only fall for, please don't break my heart. I don't know what I'd be able to do without you. I can't continue living without you" Morgana said mimicking her husband's voice, exactly the way he sounded the day he had said that to her.

“Trust me, your father will not live to see another moon.” “How are you so sure of this?” She smiles. And I swear her necklace does something. “Trust me, babe. Do you?” “Of—“ Morgana’s face comes to my mind. Her eyes, bright and blue like a summer sky. The way she smiles, the way her eyes light up whenever she sees me. Her voice, calming and soft. And her lips— “Ryker,” Delilah’s voice pulls me back to the present. “Morgana is not a good person. Please remember this. You’ve not forgotten how she drowned me when we were kids?”

The golden bracelet remained exposed, its warm glow a reminder of Fafnir's presence. When he finally emerged from his chamber, he found his chosen companions waiting, each similarly prepared for whatever might come. Marcia wore her full battle regalia, the insignia of Dracoterrum's imperial guard gleaming on her breastplate. Kiri had exchanged her usual flowing garments for something more fitted and practical, though no less elegant, silver runes embroidered along the edges that hummed with power. Dilo stood tall and proud, her void-corrupted arm not hidden but displayed openly, a statement and weapon both.

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

But Cassy who had accepted the clothes then grabbed her wrist and she asked her in a small frightened voice, "Am I really The legendary mage?" Carol put her hand on Cassy's and she said explaining to her, "You are a legendary mage, the color of the mark on your breast proves it to us, but it is the fact that this mark is a pentacle that makes you The legendary mage. The mark of the pentacle has only appeared twice since the dawn of time and both times it was when humanity was threatened, not only here in Astoria but in all the worlds in our universe."

Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her. “Oh my god, oh my god,” her breathing was becoming erratic, her heart beating like a rabbit, as she watched the incredible vision unfold before her. “Madchen, it’s ok,” Drago had a death grip on her arm, trying to calm her, but who could be calm at a time like this??

he said roughly, turning away. An hour later, we were in an SUV heading south. Luna slept in the back while I sat beside Dimitri, trying to process everything. "Tell me about my aunt," I said quietly. "Morgana is... intense. She runs a supernatural bar in the French Quarter. Neutral ground for all species." He glanced at me. "She's also one of the most powerful witches alive." "More powerful than my mother was?" "Different. Your mother was a seer and healer. Morgana is a war witch."

"They'll see exactly how desperate I can be." Morgana studied me for a long moment. Then she nodded slowly. "You're more like Selene than you know. She was gentle until someone threatened what she loved. Then she became a storm." She walked away, leaving me alone in the blood-stained corridor. I touched the Moonstone pendant at my throat, feeling it pulse with warm magic. Through the primary bond, I could still feel Darius, weak, fading, but alive. For now. Three days. Three impossible ingredients. Three tests that could kill me.

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.