Morgana Villain Mga Nobela at Kwento

She took poison rather than face what she’d become. Breathless, I backed away. But the walls kept going. Celeste the Broken. Helena the Betrayer. Morgana the Damned. All the same. Power. Destruction. Death. Madness. Not one happy ending. “This is what you wanted to show me?” I whispered. “Is this my legacy?” Your heritage, the voices echoed from the walls. Your truth. What every daughter of the Silver Fang becomes. “No,” I said, but my voice shook. “I’m different. I can control it. I won’t become like them.”

"What's she doing here?" The group of socialites visibly stiffened when they saw me. Everyone in high society knew about my reputation. I was known for being arrogant, unhinged, and untouchable. I didn't spare them a glance. Instead, I looked down at Vivian, who was soaked from head to toe. The floating comments began racing across my vision. [The villainess is about to lose it! Vivian, run!] [It's over! Quinn saw the male lead trying to save Vivian. She's definitely going to make Vivian's life a living hell!]

Morgana shouted, “I have served decades of kings before our current king, and I have never been insulted by any of the queens. You can speak to your court ladies that way, not me!” Bree retreated a little bit, she took a few steps backwards as she knew that Morgana was already angry and she didn’t want to face her wrath. Morgana was a witch, and she could do anything to her, she could make her vanish and never return, and she didn’t want that, not when she was beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel of her plans. “I just want you all to know that there is no reason to lie, this child is ours and we’re taking the child with us, including the mother.”

Alpha Kaelen Drake and Omega Anaya Morgan. How was that possible? Why him of all people? Before she could think of the what ifs, how and why. The boy interrupted her thoughts. “Let's go. I'm taking you to Kaelen.” Anaya searched his face then looked at the board again. Nothing had changed. It was still Kaelen and her. No wonder they were looking at her like that. “Who are you?” Oren Vale licked his lips and stood upright. Flashing a carefree smile at her, he said, “I'm Oren Vale. My sister is Liora Vale, Kaelen’s Beta.”

She points her finger at me and I grab her wrist as her hand is raised. “What do you mean?” I ask as her eyes clear before she leads me away from everyone. “If she reconnects with her old coven, you are fucked. She is powerful Gaia.” I scoff at her words. She may be powerful, but I’m stronger. “Never underestimate your opponent. Morgana was hurt before she was killed and her soul was sent here. She was in love with an Alpha. She vowed she would take her revenge on him and his mate when the time came. He discarded her like a used tissue. Now she has escaped. She will be building a plan to get him.” I look at her. She has sadness in her eyes.

For Scarlett to be bold enough to mention it, I know she has something up her sleeve. As much as I loathe the woman, she’s the daughter of an alpha for a reason. I’ve heard rumours of her being involved in dark arts. While that has been disproved, I'm not taking any chances with Morgana. “Fuck.” I need her. My wolf needs her. She’s right down this hall, a few feet away. I need Morgana. She tried to kill me. I need her. She’s working with Ryker. I need her. She killed me once.

"Morgana, you are such an evil woman. I' can't comprehend the temerity you have to threaten me with death knowing that I am now superior to you and you are a nobody. If I am evil like you, I will tell the Alpha to sentence you to death before you carry out your threat and he will do that without hesitation. Your saving grace is that I have empathy. I am not wicked like you. Despite all the evil you have done to me, I don't want to see you suffer let alone see you dead." "Hahaha... If you think by talking like a saint will move me, then, you must be out of your mind! That being said, if you really mean that you don't want to see me suffer or dead, I, Morgana Wilson want to see you suffer unti

"How did you know I visited Dad last night?" "Your aura's usually a light orange but it darkens when you go see him. It's like you take his stress back with you." I frown. "You should be careful, Morgan. You know the consequences of aiding Rogues, you will suffer the same fate as Dad." I snort, "And is that such a bad thing. Living in the wild, free to be yourself, away from that wretched woman..." She gives me a reproachful look. "Do you really want to spend the rest of your life always looking behind your back? Being hunted by the other packs, Morgan. Do you truly want that? That's not living."

Morgana, the she-wolf who had usurped her position, stolen her mate, and driven her into oust, was presently coordinating a war against her pack, her domestic, her children. "But how?" Aveline inquired, her voice trembling with seethe. "She's dead. We saw her drop amid the fight." Hazel shook her head. "She's not dead, Aveline," she clarified. "She got away. And she's been gathering her strengths, plotting her exact retribution." Aveline's intellect reeled. Morgana, lively and vindictive, was a danger more unsafe than any they had confronted some time recently. But why? Why this persistent interest of control, this unquenchable want to vindicate?

It was Morgana, her ethereal figure flickering but no less menacing. “You’ve delayed me long enough,” she said, her voice a venomous hiss. “The anchors, the Nexus, this realm—they all belong to me.” Valen stepped forward, his staff glowing with arcane energy. “You’re nothing but a shadow, Morgana. You can’t stop us.” Morgana’s laughter filled the cavern, cold and mocking. “A shadow? Perhaps. But even a shadow can consume the brightest light.” She raised a hand, and the shelves around the vault began to collapse, their contents bursting into dark flames.