Morgana Villain Novels & Stories

However, my mother was a prideful heiress, and she immediately realized that some manipulative wolf in sheep’s clothing had set her up. Without even bothering to defend herself, she grabbed the crying girl and slapped her twice on the right side of her face. “I never did. I’ll do it now.” The manipulative witch’s entire face became so swollen that she looked like a pig. She even cried like one. The crowd was livid, but they could do nothing about it. Someone leaked information about this, and her image as a bully became even more set in stone. Those who liked her loved it, and those who hated her despised her even more.

Zayla stumbled back, her breath hitching. "I’m suddenly very, very curious about you," Morgana said, a predatory smile showing fangs that grew long before slowly retreating back into her gums. Zayla swallowed hard, frozen in place. "Don't you dare touch her!" Sylvara screamed, trying to get to them. Morgana ignored her, looking at Zayla’s terrified face, but referring to slyvara. "You and Ravian... both marked by the Abyss. I can't quite track him yet, he’s probably crawled into some hole to recover".

POV: Morga, Queen of the Raven Coven "Don’t move another inch, Rhea. If you take one more step, the seal on the child’s life snaps, and your 'miracle' becomes a tomb." Morga’s voice was like ice cracking under a winter moon, sharp and brittle. She stood atop the shattered remains of the Moon-Drowned Altar, her raven-feather cloak fluttering in the unnatural wind that still whipped through the ruins. Her violet eyes were no longer filled with the terror of a woman facing a goddess; they were filled with the cold, calculating triumph of a strategist who had just played her final, hidden card.

Nathan stated while he buttoned up his pants. I had lost my shift and crashed to the dirt, hissing at the bastard holding the end of my restraints. “She's a feral bitch and a killer. She will face my father and receive her punishment from the council,” Devan growled unemotionally. “The vampire is my mate,” Morgana hissed, and my wolf growled sternly, “That wolf is mine.” The same wolfman twisted my arms behind me, and I grunted, “Oh hell no.”

she continued, her voice rising with despair and anger, “I never wanted him. I’ve always loved Greg—Lila’s father! He was the one I wanted, the one I loved. But he left me after everything that happened, and now Anderson is gone too! I’m left with nothing!” I was taken aback, struggling to process her words. The revelation about Greg, Lila's father, was a twist I hadn't anticipated. My insides were suddenly boiling with conflicting emotions. Part of me felt a pang of pity for Morgana, seeing her so broken and vulnerable. But a bigger part of me knew that she definitely deserved to be alone. Morgana took a step forward, her face twisted in fury, and suddenly raised her hand as if to strike me

" But Morgana, revenge...,.." "I will burn with no rest until I exert revenge for what happened 20 years ago. The flames of my vengeance know no mercy, Nathan, they burn and will burn until every injustice turns to ash. I am the storm, the reckoning that will come for those that dared wrong me in the past" she proclaimed, before walking off, not caring whether he had anything more to say to her.

That's what they all believed. It was reasonable for them to think that way. A spoiled wealthy girl and a naive innocent one. Who was the villain? Apparently, no one was on my side. People believe what they want to believe, and I was the one who got their anger. That was that. They couldn't be changed. But I did hold some grievances. I was pissed not because everyone hated me, but because of Annika Summers, the girl with an innocent face I used to take as my best friend.

"I'm afraid so sir, it's Morgana Mannering, one of the vampire assassins, more commonly known as The seductress." Even Santos had heard about Morgana, her beauty was legendary and lethal. Men and women fell to her feet at the sight of her enhanced looks, and once she held you captive with her sensual voice, she would cut a man's throat while he looked on in rapture. If Morgana was on the Howling Warriors team in war, then they were also packing some heavy hitters. Magnus would want to be informed immediately. Knowing that sleep would not be a luxury for him any time soon, Santos dismissed the vampire scout and prepared to wake the Vampyre king.

“I don’t know anyone named Morgana. I know her as V.” “What does she look like?” “She uses disguises. Sometimes she’s tall and blonde, sometimes she’s short, curvy and African American. Its changed each time I’ve been near her, but she smells the same. A strange burning metallic overlayed with a mustiness, like mold. But she tries to cover it with perfume. Her voice hasn’t changed either, but I know she can do that too.” I nod, not surprised by his information. “Who is he planning on attacking next?”