Morgana Villain Novels & Stories

Unless they wish to die a similar death or become so weakened, emotionally and physically, that death seems like a gift. How do I break this cycle? Do I have anyone left to support my cause other than Alistair and perhaps... Elara? Morgana was more than just a tool; she was a formidable ally, a master of blood magic, and a woman whose insights guided my hand in the shadowy dealings of court politics. Her demise isn't just a loss; it's a strategic setback, a gap in the fortress I have painstakingly built around my rule. But I didn’t believe she’d let herself be caught so easily. It seemed unlike her—the fear in her red eyes, the helpless screams. Was there nothing she could’ve done to protect

Just as the commoner wasn't born with a low status by committing a sin. So, it's really sickening how the rich abuse their power like that. "Nonsense," the baron huffed in anger. "Grab him, we need to teach him a lesson," he instructed one of his knights. I scrunch my nose in displeasure. I didn’t know why the dark sides of the world were unfolding right before my eyes. I’m not the female lead, I’m the villainess… Shouldn’t this kind of situation unfold only in front of the kind, positive, and meddlesome heroine?

I know I can't earn people's trust with just mere words. I straightened my shoulder and looked at them with a smirk. Yes, that's it. Watch me carefully and be astonished on how a pathetic abandoned princess named Victoria carried out the worst revenge Kristania Empire has yet to see.

There was no need for him to add his brand new wife to the list. She needed to focus. This man was a villain. He had been the head of a notorious ring of aristocrats that had treated commoners like garbage. She had researched him and his family, she knew all about their crimes. He had only turned everyone in to save his own skin. He wouldn’t trick her. She would watch him. She was sure that he would go back to his old ways, and when that happened she would promptly turn him in. She was sure the king would annul their marriage when that happened.

I’ll make him kneel and you’ll watch, helpless as I break him using your face, your voice and your touch. She turned my hand palm-up, summoning a surge of black fire that coiled like smoke. It burned but not on the outside...inside, in the marrow of my bones. Nasir’s eyes widened and his wolf bristling under his skin “You’ll hurt her if you use that power!” he roared. “She won’t survive it.” Morgana only smiled with my lips “Perhaps or perhaps she’ll be the perfect vessel, remade in my image.” I fought harder, slamming against the walls of her cage until sparks of light flickered in the darkness and Nasir’s face burned in my mind and his wild eyes, the way he had whispered my name like it ma

一 Caroline softened her voice, it was likely that she was also using the same suffering technique on Dona Cristina as she used on Felipe and possibly on Senhor Jacob. 一 Unfortunately not, Caroline. But I'll look for you, excuse me 一 She asked rudely, but before she did she turned to me and then smiled 一 See you later my dear 一 She smiled at me and only after that did she leave. There was hate in Caroline's eyes, she could fool heaven and saints but not me. I knew her type of girl, the shy and suffering when in fact her goal was to make other people's lives hell, the reality is that she was the only villain.

“A day later, just as I was about to leave their territory for the next, I stumbled upon her by accident. Some poor maid was crying on her knees as Scarlett threatened to have her killed. It was over something trivial, like accidentally tearing one of her dresses, but she laughed like it was hilarious. The cries of the woman meant nothing to her. She just relished in having someone else’s life be at her mercy, bragging that Liam would do anything for her.” I felt my cheeks burn and my eyes sting with tears as I helplessly listened, the aching in my heart worsening as the hate-filled words came directly from my so-called mate. I had no choice but to stand there and be accused of things I’d ne

“Where is Mara?” “Dead. Killed three months ago by the same force that has been opening void breaches.” Morgana’s voice was flat, empty of emotion. “I tried to protect her. Failed. Barely escaped myself.” “Why should I believe you? You have tried to kill me multiple times.” “I have. And I would again if I still had my power and you were still my enemy. But circumstances have changed.” Morgana gestured to herself. “I am mortal now. Aging. Dying slowly. The power you stripped away is not coming back. I am no longer a threat to you.”

I swallowed, my fingers tightening nervously around my nightwear. The man tilted his head, taking my silence as a go ahead to keep speaking. “You have to be careful of the woman called Morgan. You underestimate her too much and you still have no idea what she really is, do you? With how smart you are, I thought you’d have noticed by now.” My jaw clenched. “What the hell are you talking about?” “She isn’t just a wolf,” Osiris continued. “And whatever you think you know about her intentions – about her limits – you’re wrong.”