Novel & Cerita Rachel Morgan Series

Rachel married Matthew Kane for protection, Rachel was using him, Rachel was secretly destroying her own family. And tonight, everyone would believe it, she looked at herself in the mirror. “If Rachel can become a queen…” Her smile grew, “I can watch her fall.” Her phone vibrated again, a message from an unknown number. She opened it and saw one sentence, “Make sure Rachel falls,” Elena’s smile slowly disappeared, because whoever sent it knew her plan, and that meant she wasn’t the only player. THE GALA The Raphael Foundation Gala has always been my father’s favorite event. It was a place where powerful people smiled while hiding knives, I remembered attending years ago.

What would have been day 24 of the Games KELLEN “The witch is called Morgan. She is Orion’s daughter, Finnegan’s sister. Supposedly she has been locked up since she was fifteen years old when her gifts became known.” Hunji began explaining what he knew. Mike and Tobias did not seem surprised, though I was sure they were privy to this information. Of course, I had been enslaved here so everything he was saying was new to me.

So I found the image. It took me eleven hours to find it, and once I had it, everything else built itself around it in under three. It was a single photograph from Morgan's file; my mother's file. One Christopher had pulled from an old employment record at Sylvester's financial division. Morgan at twenty-three, unsmiling, professional, a woman who had no idea yet what the next thirty years would cost her. I paired it beside a photograph from three days ago: Morgan in the hospital bed, thin and grey and finally, finally safe, her hand resting on the blanket with the ring Lyra Cole — no, I thought, catching myself, with my hand resting over hers, the frame cropped so it was just the two hands

I stepped forward, cutting in before Thomas could argue. “We are aware there might not be a ‘Morgana.’ But who we are referring to as Morgana is the highest priestess Sheila’s half-sister. She was locked away for centuries but somehow got out and has been terrorizing packs. Sheila went on some personal mission, and now it seems her half-sister has escaped.” Elise stared at me for a beat, then threw her head back and laughed…a dry, bitter sound that echoed off the chamber walls. “And who told you all that Sheila had a half sister?”

Even in the underworld, Morgan is the Hand of the Machine. Morgan can kill with just one slash to the head of his enemy. One person died with his head separated, so the underworld knew that it was the work of Mr M, whose face was unknown. So far, none of his enemies have lived to see what Mr M looks like. *** Jessica Monroe is a 25-year-old woman working at the Paramount Hotel as a Receptionist. A quiet woman with gentle words, she is beautiful but has little style and only thinks about her work to eat tomorrow.

“Morgan didn’t get in. She rules it. The Hollow Valley is more than just cursed; it’s alive. Twisted. It answers to her and the topography is constantly changing .” My heart dropped a little at that. “How do we fight a place?” I asked softly. “We don’t,” Rowan said. We outsmart it. And we move fast. "If Morgan wanted Raven alive, it means she was after more than just power.” Soon, Ansel and Asher walked in, their faces grim, clearly stressed out. “Is there any progress?” Ansel asked, his voice clipped as he stood beside his brothers. “Yes, there is,” I answered, my voice steady despite the uncertainty.

Morgan was worried that Rachel might doubt him. He immediately pulled his drawer open and showed her a genuine copy of a diagnosis letter. Rachel spotted the difference with just one glance, yet she did not react immediately. She figured she might as well make sure Christopher was completely exposed since she was already here. She took a pill bottle out of her pocket and handed it over. "He said he has depression and insomnia and has to take sleeping pills prescribed by the hospital on a daily basis." Morgan glanced at the pill bottle, which seemed fairly legitimate. He immediately opened it and gave it a sniff before sighing. He replied, "These were just regular vitamin tablets. They even s

A girl with turquoise eyes and a petite waist, dawning the same uniform as me but at least hers wasn’t a breath away from tearing in two. “Shouldn’t you be sucking cock?” Marley snapped. “Original,” the girl scowled. “Wipe some tables or something,” Marley waved her off. “That’s Wren but you don’t need to worry about her. Last bit of advice, watch out for Rachel. That one bites.” “Rachel?” I frowned. “Oh yeah, she may seem sweet but she’s got cards you wouldn’t expect her to play. Come on,” she said. Before Rachel walked in on my loyalty ceremony with Alpha Ezra I had no idea she worked at the Alpha’s house. Alpha Ezra wasn’t here.

The Goddess doesn't make mistakes, but people tell lies. The image of moonlight hitting a tear-stained face flashes in my mind. I see the wide, terrified eyes of the little girl from fifteen years ago, and I see the defiant eyes of the servant from the palace hallway. Morgana. I think about the way my beta touched her and the blind, murderous rage it ignited in my chest. I think about the way her arousal then drove me and my wolf into a frenzy. The puzzle pieces begin to align in the dark corners of my mind. It had to be her in my bed.

40. Rachael. The lingering echo of Ethan's departure hung heavy in the air, a silent testament to the unspoken tension that had crackled between us. Long after his shadow had disappeared into the depths of the mansion, I remained rooted to the spot, my gaze fixed on the empty space he had occupied. He had promised me protection, a steadfast presence by my side, yet he had left, summoned away by his father, leaving me alone with the enigmatic Naomi Rutherford. A knot of unease tightened in my stomach.