Morgana Pendragon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Zayn asked, arms crossed and a wry smile. “He’ll find me, don’t doubt that!" Morgana said with little hope. Zayn uncrossed his arms, got closer to her. Grabbing her wrist, he made her tremble with his touch, as if multiple volts went through her body. Staring into her eyes, he realized she felt it too. Morgana raised her head, tilting her nose. “If you try anything with me, anything at all, I’ll kill you!" “I don’t doubt it. Although the pin isn’t big, my arm hurts a lot. Come with me, let’s talk."

to brethe through the anger and pulled away from him but as I escaped his grasp Duke grabbed my other wrist taking advantage of me being distracted and focused on Flint. He had stood up from the table at some point and was behind me. "Let go." I growled trying to pull away again. "My friend asked you a question you filthy rouge." Duke snarled looking down at me. I felt my anger build and my vision began to turn red. "You both know I work here, stop trying to show off for your new friends and let the fuck go of me." The words seemed to hiss from my lips. "Your boy isn't here to save you this time you disrespectful little bitch." Duke stepped closer and suddenly a surge of energy seem to come

Hearing Kieran's name spoken out loud again sends a wave of heat straight through her veins. He's her mate. She nearly got him killed. Now her only hope is he's fine. She went back to the camp but couldn't find him. “Yes,” Morgana says, her voice steady and strong despite the cold. “She is his daughter. I gave birth to her two years ago... the night I woke up in the woods with no memory.”

The lake seemed to brush the dirt at the cave's mouth, caverns speckled along the base of a mountain that towered high above them. Water ran beside the pair, painting the afternoon in a refreshing sound of the river’s dance. The sound of a shout caught Elaine’s attention, but it wasn’t what caught her off guard. The world suddenly shifted as a beast burst from the cavern. She didn’t have time to blink, let alone grab her sword, when the monster pinned her to the ground. The air left Elaine’s lungs in a huff, pain coursing through her body. Andrew had already drawn his sword, lunging to strike the creature that now held her captive. The blade neared the animal's scales, his face holding a gaz

My vision was clearer, my hearing more acute, and I could smell the metallic scent of blood in the air. Savannah and I lunged into the fray. I targeted a rogue who was about to pounce on one of our pack members. With a swift movement, I sank my teeth into its hind leg, pulling it back and away. The rogue snarled and tried to twist free, but I tightened my grip, using my weight to pin it down. More rogues appeared, but we were relentless. I leaped at another, slashing with my claws and knocking it to the ground. The rogue struggled, but a quick bite to the throat ended the fight.

The Beast’s claws tore across his chest. Blood sprayed. Kael collapsed. “KAEL!” I ran toward him, but Lyra and Zara grabbed me, pulling me back. "You can't help him!" Zara shouted. "Selene, please!" Through the bond, I felt Damon fighting his way toward us through Council soldiers, but he was too far away. The Beast moved closer. Then a voice echoed across the courtyard—angry, broken, and furious: “LOOKING FOR ME?” Morgana stood on the palace steps. Her clothes were torn, blood ran from her mouth, and her eyes were wild.

“Real charming. Punches like a wrecking ball. Still pissed I broke his favorite saber when I was ten.” Lotanni stood nearby, pacing slowly. “She’s fighting her old mentor, right?” I asked. Orin nodded. “Mage with familiar magic. Guy taught half her village. Doesn’t go easy.” Lotanni returned from her latest round not long after, her braid messy, her eyes dark. “Two minutes flat,” she said dully. “No progress.” “Still longer than either of us,” I offered. She didn’t answer. Nyomei had it worse—or stranger.

Dressed in a slinky deep pink top and black pants, she looked as gorgeous as the first fucking time I saw her… "Xendaya, return his dagger." My fiery little angel, if you could call her one. She furrowed her brow, I think we all fucking knew not to mess with Morgana... But like myself, she loved to challenge her mother. I smirked, picking up my paintbrush and beginning to draw Morgana into my picture, leaving the mother-daughter duo to deal with it. Morwenna wanted me to paint, and although she was supposed to be painting with me, she had gotten distracted by a squirrel.

Luca nodded at Damien's command. I stood back and watched as Damien approached the group of men in the center. One of them, a tall and powerful man with short brown hair, stood up straight and saluted. "Sire," he stated respectfully. Damien completely ignored the greeting. "Ophidians! It's been a month since the childish act of the Dreugan took place in this very place, and it appears that the Dreugan have finally decided to choose death," he said, glaring at each and every man in front of him. My breath caught in my throat as I noticed his cold expression and the dark, murderous aura that surrounded Damien's body.

But he wasn’t alone. A tall, slender woman trailed at his side, her arm looped through his, with a proud smile on her lips that seemed almost unnatural. Morgana. Even her name carried weight—a whisper from a bitter past. She was dressed in deep crimson robes that clung to her frame, standing out sharply against the dark stone of the hall. Aveline’s heart sank, the color like a scar on the once familiar world she knew.