Sarah Morgan Books Novels & Stories

Marinetta and Harley fought with everything they had, determined to stop the witch and protect their pack. In the midst of the chaos, Marinetta noticed a large, ornate book lying open on a pedestal. It was filled with ancient spells and rituals, and she realized it was the source of Morgana's power. If they could destroy it, they might be able to stop her. "Harley, the book!" Marinetta shouted, pointing to the pedestal. Harley nodded and fought his way toward the book, but Morgana saw his intention and sent a blast of dark energy at him. Harley was thrown back, but Marinetta managed to catch him before he hit the ground.

She also wondered where the sorceress had kept the grimoire, she must have some sort of a magical pocket or something. "What are you going to do?" "Summon my spirit animal." Cassandra gasped in bewilderment. "Oh, you mean like your Patronus?" "You know the dead language, too?" "Well, no, I just read...ah...never mind," she said with a shake of her head then took the leather-covered book and opened it on her lap. Cassandra had heard of people talking about discovering their spirit animals all the time. She'd even seen T-shirts reading 'Sloth is my spirit animal', but now the thought of them actually summoning one was quite a wondrous thing to do.

He grinned crookedly. LIBRARY* Morgan yawned for the uptenth time and had to cover her mouth with a book. She has been here, reading with Rebekah since morning. Final exams is two weeks away, so they need all the awakening they need. "I'm envious of Pearl though...I mean...she might decide to start reading a night before the exams and still pass. I want that brain" Morgan said. "It's in their family blood ... The brilliancy. I can't wait for pictures of her date" Rebekah smiled, looking bored

Adele tried to reason with Sarah, but how could Sarah give up now when her dream man was right within her reach? “The redder the flag, the thriller the chase.” “Oh my God. You're insane!” Emily didn't know whether to cry or laugh. “This is that author's fault…what's her name again?” “Hassy_101.” Adele chirped. Sarah clapped with excitement. “There's an announcement on her fan page that she's going to release her next books soon! One’s a mafia story, the other’s a werewolf story, but she hasn’t decided which to write first. She’s letting the readers vote!” Sarah practically vibrated with excitement.

She then moved over to a shelf filled with books and began to search for the one she needed to continue. Sarah already became a fan of books. How she was interested, she had no idea. She has never read books before in her life and it was surprising that she found it intruding to read. Most of the books she had read were about the history of packs and there she had been able to learn about the numbers of packs in that territory, the whole country to be precise.

“Let’s just say… we’ve got the same enemy. And you, Raven, might be our ticket inside.” Inside. Meaning Hellfire. Meaning Ryder. I pretended to smile, though something cold curled in my chest. “You mean Tessa.” Jace’s grin widened. “Smart girl.” Marcus flicked his cigarette and approached, the glow of the fire painting his features in orange and gold. “Our little angel’s sister is landing today,” he said, voice casual like he was talking about the weather. “Sister?” He nodded. “Sarah Morgan. Fresh out of art school. Pretty thing. Just like Tessa. Maybe prettier.”

started Lucas. Dane stopped in his tracks. “It’s not looking good,” he said, frustrated. “Patrick wants her returned to Cape Point territory. He wants her executed.” “Absolutely not!” Lucas growled, his eyes darkening as his wolf protested. Sarah Morgan was a young member of Dane’s pack who had fallen pregnant to a man from Lucas’ pack to the north. After discovering she was pregnant, she fled over the border and into Green Plains territory. To Alpha Patrick, this was treason, and he wanted her executed to set an example.

Officer Nate continued to blubber, ignorant of his revelation. "Do you by chance mention Miss Sarah?” I asked with so much interest. Officer Nate stopped mid-way in his ordeal and nodded. “Like you know her?” I don't stop prying. “Yeah, I do. She is a teacher at Dream High, matter of fact, she was employed a few weeks ago to cover up for one Mr...” "Sarah Morgan?" I made sure to be specific. “It's either your not listening, or you're intentionally pissing me off, and both attract punishment, young man.” He groaned. "I know Miss Sarah Morgan, where are you heading with these questions?”

With her tone cold as well as detached, she replied so curtly, “I'm fine, Mr. Morgan.” Justin wasn’t deterred. He said with an easy smile as if trying to charm her, “Don't be so formal, Sarah. Call me Justin. We're friends, after all.” Sarah did finally look up from all of her papers. Her expression was both calm and also resolute. “Mr. Morgan, we used to be friends” she stated when correcting him. She gathered papers and added, “Excuse me now” then left. She did not spare the boardroom any glance. I saw Justin as he watched her with intent until she went through the doorway.

He props it up on his own leg, careful not to burn himself, when he stutters: "What? How can it be?" "It was a cold-blooded murder. It was quite a talked-about affair, sir, you really didn't hear anything?" Embarrassed and still very astonished by that revelation, Morgan looks down, almost as if he is confessing. "I don't watch television or talk to my neighbors. I rarely leave the house. I chose to isolate myself from the world...a long time ago." His expression is one of deep regret as he looks back at Emanuele. "A murder, you say? But how? Why? What did this Sarah person have against her?"