Morgana Pendragon Novels & Stories

He explains. "Right.." I say shifting on my feet nervously. I'm about to ask him another question when my wolf suddenly starts howling inside of me and I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and my head and everywhere. 'Wolfsbane!!' Morgan exclaims from inside of me and I suddenly feel disconnected from her. I feel a sensation like she's slipping away from me but I can still faintly feel her. "Morgana?" Reece says my name and I let out an excruciating scream because the pain just got worse and I don't think I can sense my wolf anymore.

Sapphires Perspective: Morgana is a formidable presence, one that shouldn't be trifled with, and with Crystal being the chosen prodigy, her role may prove critical in the imminent war. At sixteen, Crystal's turbulent emotions leave her vulnerable—ripe for manipulation, susceptible to coaxed into a misguided quest for exaggerated vengeance. I had to conceal her presence from Morgana—mentally and physically. If Morgana infiltrated Crystal's mind, she could dominate her body. I was determined to prevent that at all costs.

I staggered, caught by Damon. “Morgana?” Mordecai’s face had gone pale. “That’s impossible. She died twenty years ago.” “Who is Morgana?” I demanded. “Your mother’s sister,” Maren said quietly. “Your aunt. She was exiled for forbidden experiments involving bonding wolves against their will. The Council sentenced her to death, but she disappeared before the execution could be carried out.”

We were unstoppable together, our connection giving us strength, our love fueling our fight. But even as we fought, I could feel the dark presence of Morgana drawing closer. The air grew thick with her magic, a heavy, oppressive weight that seemed to suffocate everything in its path. And then, she appeared. Morgana stood at the edge of the battle, her eyes glowing with an eerie, unnatural light. Her hair, once dark and regal, now seemed to shimmer with a dark aura, like an extension of her twisted power. She raised her hand, and the earth trembled beneath our feet.

What the fuck did I miss? “Brother, we don’t have time to go thru the entire story again. The dragon council has oracles as slaves. They informed the council that Morgana’s future child, Liza, would destroy the council. She was magically made to appear as a human child after mother swapped the babies as her last promise to Rosalynn. Morgana just unlocked her magic, that’s why she seems different.”

Not from this pack. Behind them, a ripple in the air formed. And then she appeared. Morgana. The witch. She stepped forward, barefoot on the concrete, her long midnight cloak fluttering behind her. Her hair was silver and black like spider silk, her face pale, her eyes glowing with an unnatural gold hue that pulsed like coals. “P-please,” I managed, my voice shaking. “I don’t want this anymore. I don’t know what you did to me, but I—I can feel myself again. I can hear myself. Please—stop—”

I snap, Denu and Emerald exchange a look before my sister sighs and goes to sit down. “Ok, maybe I should have told you before, but I didn't want to hurt Diona if it was nothing” I frown at her, she continues. “Have you met Morgana yet?” She asks, why would I have met this Morgana woman? I mean she hates her. Clearly noticing my confusion. “Amphion, she is the double of Diona, only difference is she has dark hair and dark eyes, but apart from that they could be twins” Denu says, lingering on the word twin.

Alexander did warn me that many would try to interfere, and part of me worried he might be right. Morgana was a vicious serpent; she is the number one person I should avoid. That kingdom is ancient and has been ruled by the blood spilled there for generations. Edwin was a fool when he married Morgana. I mean, she’s a beautiful woman, but hollow and dark. Money greedy.

MORGANA FOSTER Morgana: Sorya, we need to talk. Morgana: Please answer me as soon as possible, I need some answers! Sorya hasn't answered me. I'm unhappy and slightly irritated. Everything these days is getting on my nerves. It must be my damn fertile period approaching again.

The leader of the Village, known as Trenton, stepped forward as his gaze narrowed on Cyran and Kellan. “I don’t think we properly introduced ourselves the last time I was here. My name is Azura Chasm, I am mated to Cyran Chasm and the Keeper of the Dragon Stone. They are here because we need your help.” All eyes moved from Kellan in his Dragon form and Cyran as they landed on me with surprise. Feeling awkward, I shifted from one foot to the other. While also feeling as if I was experiencing every high schooler’s nightmare, standing in front of class naked.