Morgana Villain Novels & Stories

“For all we know, you’re working with Roy. This could be a trap.” Morgana’s face darkened, her eyes flashing with a strange, ancient fury. “Roy and I are enemies, bound by a hatred that runs deeper than you can imagine. He destroyed something of mine, something I can never get back. I want him to suffer just as much as you do.” Jasper watched her, his instincts warring with logic. There was something in her gaze, a raw, seething hatred that felt almost genuine. “So you’ll help Shane just to get revenge?”

It had seemed bizarre at the time—friendly, almost. Why? "If Morgana is working with the Dread Alpha," Saeris heard herself say, "what is she after?" Saeris had her share of interactions with Mor. Not many, but enough to know she'd never understand the woman. “Money? Power? Morgana's family has both." "Who could tell? You can’t have a read on her. Morgana is whatever she needs to be at any given moment. Adaptation is her greatest skill. And that makes her dangerous.”

Morgana is seen in her high places feeding off the powers of the mere men who hath no control of their wills and were given no choice to resist what is occuring. "Maria." Helen called with a worrisome face. "Maria, do something." Helen, standing right behind Maria, called again. Maria glanced around as she saw that this wasn't something she could easily overpower. Morgana is already feeding off the souls and adding to her power. "Maria!!" Helen called with a soothing voice and still the expression depicting great worry marked over her face. "I can't do anything." Maria whispered. "I...I can't do anything."

"I can't be happy without him. He's my other half, Morgana. He's supposed to complete and love me. I wasn't as miserable as this when we hadn't met. Now I feel so undeserving and worthless." "That's normal," she said softly. "I felt that way too with Kevin. But you can't let him control your life. You have to fight back and stand up. Make him see that he is useless without you." Morgana hugged me, whispering soothing words in my ears and telling me that everything would be okay. But I knew that was a lie. No one knew about Thor, my rogue mate. Even Thor never treated me like I was a piece of crap. I couldn't even tell anyone; they would treat me like a curse, a freak.

I replied and leaned against the table. "I've seen a few possible futures for tomorrow, and I don't like most of them," Morgana commented and sighed. "Feeling magic becoming corrupted in this unnatural way is horrible, but it's also something that's been happening for so long and I assume, it took me a while to want to do something about it because I didn't think it would influence my domains or that magic as a whole wouldn't be affected." People have a misconception about Morgana. Many have labeled her as the villain of Camelot's history, but that's how the story is told, by those who won and at that time it was necessary to have a different villain than they had.

“It is part of the reason, yes. But you, Lira, are the key. You are what Malakar fears, what he wants to control. And that is why I am here—to ensure that he never succeeds.” Lira’s mind reeled as she tried to make sense of it all. Morgana had once been a dark witch, aligned with the very forces they were now fighting. She had known Malakar personally and had turned her back on him—sworn vengeance when she saw his true nature. It was almost too much to absorb, yet Lira felt the threads of destiny weaving together in ways she couldn’t

He was hurting, yet his only concern was me. "She’s not gone," he said, his voice rough. I swallowed hard, nodding. "No, she's not." Morgana wasn't the kind of villain who would slink away into the shadows for long. She was biding her time, waiting for the right moment to strike again. And next time, she wouldn't underestimate me. The remaining warriors gathered around us, their faces weary and bloodied. Some were injured, others barely standing, but we had survived. For now.

Morgana shrugged, “Or maybe she can. She is the Ever Moon Pack’s Alpha’s sister slash Gamma. The Rogue King is her former subordinate. She has hundreds of thousands of soldiers at her command. She can very well tell those two guys to fuck off if she likes.” Aurora rolled her eyes, “Yeah...Tell them to fuck off and start a world war? I don’t think so.” The three of them were lying on lounge chairs on the balcony, enjoying the warm afternoon sun with glasses of iced tea by their hands, while the maids painted their toenails. Morgana just came back from a 3-day trip with Kaelan. Kaelan had shown her the place where he grew up. Rivena was a little skeptical of Morgana when Aurora first introduce

“And you will not speak to her like that again.” Morgana raised an eyebrow, her smirk fading slightly. “What’s this, Valen? Defending her? Protecting her? Since when do you care about anyone other than yourself?” “That’s none of your business,” he replied curtly. “I'm only saying the truth Valen.” Morgana said through gritted teeth. “You don’t know the first thing about truth,” Valen growled. “And you don’t know the first thing about loyalty,” Morgana shot back. “You think she’ll stand by you? That she’ll choose you over her kind? She’s a wolf, Valen. A healer. Come to your senses. She’ll betray you the moment it suits her.”

It needs to be deleted. Morgan closes the folder and lets out a sigh, ignoring the fact that she was impressed by her target's beauty. - Of course you do, otherwise I wouldn't be here. - That's right. You are the best among us for the job. - Why are you using a figure of speech? Just tell me right to my face that I'm going to have to kill this cop. There was indignation in her voice. Morgana doesn't like the role she plays. - Okay, you'll have to kill the policeman. I know you don't like it, but you are so skilled and genius that I only trust you to do it. Besides, that's not all.