Novelas y relatos de Morgana Pendragon

Mellana questions the woman in the front door. “Mom? I thought she was your sister!” I exclaim. “Morgan?” Mom calls her. “Melissa!” Mellana’s mother answers with enthusiasm and runs towards my mother, and both women hug each other. “Oh, my Goddess! It’s been so long we’ve seen each other.” The woman named Morgan says. “It’s been way too long.” My mom agrees. “Are you the one responsible for setting this all up for us?” “Guilty.” Morgan laughs. “I moved some chopsticks to find out where you'd be staying since someone told me they were going to protect a girl named Pandora.” She says looking at her daughter with a smirk.

As far as I know, this maid was a very loyal servant to my mom and she would report that I skipped breakfast today. I could do nothing but run back and pick up the loaf of bread and stuff it with hotdog and bacon. Then, I immediately went back to my car. I put the whole sandwich inside my mouth at once while tucking the long sleeves I was wearing. My goodness! I have never done this kind of scene before! That is the reason why the eyes of our housemaids and caretakers are amazed and stunned by my sudden actions. They knew me as a calm and organized person but they didn't know that I could change in an instant because of Angela. She pulls out the other side of me. I can do things that I have

"I understand the risks, but I believe it's the right path for our tribe. We must make this decision collectively, and I'm ready to face whatever consequences come our way." Morgana's sudden appearance sent a shockwave through the group. She materialized out of thin air, her eyes blazing with anger. Before anyone could react, she had Karen by the throat, lifting her slightly off the ground. Her voice was cold and filled with malice as she spoke to Karen.

They could not leave, however, because the bodyguards had blocked them on their paths. "Who the hell are you?" Minnie shrieked, struggling. "Don't you know who I am?! I'm the future wife of the Pendragon Group's heir!" "Mr. Pendragon himself ordered us to capture you," the bodyguard said mechanically. Minnie's face turned pale. "Impossible!"

The moon still looks dark. Xander calls a meeting with the leaders and soldiers. I sit beside him, still shaking from what I saw. “This is bigger than any rogue attack,” he tells the room. “There’s something dark coming. Something ancient.” They all look at me. I hate being the center of attention, but I know I can’t stay quiet. I stand up. “Her name is Morgana. She cursed me a long time ago. She wants the Moon’s power. And now… she knows where I am.”

“Maybe he uses a dream spell. Sebastien is powerful. Aurora thought she was dreaming, but it happened. Upon waking up, she felt it was real.” “How do you know that?” Curiosity kicked into her thoughts. “The pack knows about that, but no one uses it. It’s like raping a woman or a man by sleeping with them without consent. Your mother has no power, making her vulnerable. So maybe that’s why it worked, and that was what happened.” “He’s a dick.” “What’s he like?” “A dick and powerful. And Zarah is a priestess. Do you know that?” “She has a rank in The West Coven.”

**FLASHBACK - MORGAN 14 YEARS OLD** ‘One day Morgan, you shall meet a woman of great power. A Queen: and you will stand beside her and fight. You will possess a great gift when you come of age, given to you by the goddess Morgana and her three daughters. I have seen it.’ The grip on my chin from my mother’s fingers tightens and she jerks my head - making me look at her. I stare into her violet eyes. Even ragged and worn, she is beautiful. My eyes filled with tears as I met her stare. ‘Kings will want you for your power. Do you understand?’ her words are harsh, but her eyes are soft, concerned.

“I don’t mind.” “Morgana is a lovely name. Of course, it immediately brings to mind Fata Morgana, or Morgan Le Fay, Morgan the Fairy,” Sigrid replied using the pestle and mortar to crush herbs into the rock salt she had located. “Many people connect Morgan Le Fay to the Morrigan through the goddess Modron, of course, the Divine Mother. Many of the tales of both echo each other and so it occurs to me that our mother is given a different face and name by each person that worships her, none truly knowing her real name. So, Morgana is a wonderful name, don’t you think?”

I began, my voice measured, controlled, “from a trusted source.” I paused, letting that sink in. “The nightmare…” I continued slowly, “the monster that has tormented this kingdom for years… the most feared black magician whose name is whispered in fear across every pack and kingdom…” A few people shifted in anticipation. Someone even swallowed audibly. “Morgana…” You could feel it. The name alone was enough to change the air. “…is not a woman.” That did it. Gasps. Sharp, disbelieving murmurs. Chairs scraping as people leaned forward muttering all at once.

I asked, and he exhaled slowly. “Morgana knows he’s chasing after you, and she is annoyed. She’s planning something. I haven’t been able to find out what her exact plans are, but I heard that she had a meeting with Cain Lancaster a few days ago.” I sat up at the mention of the Rogue King’s name and leaned forward. “Why would she meet with him? She knows Dave hates his guts.” “Well, my sources say that she isn’t doing it for Dave. She’s raising an army for herself.”