Novel & Cerita Agravaine Merlin

"And we see what they want." The two of them moved forward, sticking to the trees and keeping their distance from the group of rebels. As they neared a clearing, Lia spotted them—a group of wolves, their faces weathered and scarred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. They weren’t purebloods. They were Greykin, like her. One of them stepped forward, a woman with silver hair and a black cloak that blended seamlessly into the shadows. Her eyes, like Cassian’s, glowed with a fierce intensity, and she immediately assessed them, her gaze flicking from Lia to Cassian.

Yes, her mother is pretty better than a flashy prince because she's braver and stronger than any prince charming because she's a king. "Aban, Agravain, Bedivere, Bors, Constantine, Dragonet, Ector, Galahad, Gareth, Gawain, Lancelot, Lionel, Lucan, Mador, Pellias, Sarif, Tristan." Ruby paused when she noticed the noise get softer until it vanished. "They're retreating?" Grandma Rose wondered listening for any noises.

Since then ravens are revered in the kingdom as guardians and a manifestation of Fiachra, and the piece of the Fiachra’s flexible armor remained an artifact that is believed to protect the whole kingdom. The dagger in her hand was an heirloom to those who are rightful or next in line to the throne, and it was given to Morrigan from the day she was born. It was also the only thing that reminded her of her family and had kept her sane. The only thing that protects her right now. She unsheathed it and stared at her reflection. It was different from the Morrigan she saw on the broken mirror last night, this Morrigan had bloodshot eyes but not with anger, but with sadness and longing. A knock sta

Madchen marveled at the men’s healthy appetites. Drago, NIck, and Marcu ate three platefuls of food, with Madchen raising a curious eyebrow, watching them act like lumberjacks after a hard morning’s work. “They have… interesting metabolisms,” Adriana smiled,”A trait of their unique lineage.” Why did she have the distinct feeling the family matriarch was trying to tell her something? “Hmmph,” Grigo cleared the air, “What my beautiful wife is trying to say, little girl, is we are not like ordinary humans,”

So where one fails, the other would be there to pick them up. I don’t know what the Rogue Alpha did to me, I just couldn’t understand my body and my wolf’s reaction to him. Sage wolves were the only wolves who could wield magic and their kind have been extinct for centuries. No one knows the true story of how they were all wiped off, there were so many different versions of one story. Some say, it was a spell by one of them that went horribly wrong. Some say they were all attacked by rogues and killed. Some say they were exiled after practising dark magic, and without their connection to the packs, their magic dwindled and died off. Whichever way, they were no longer in existence else I woul

This pack is old, but it defintly isn't weak and to be messed with. "He's mated." The words slipped past my lips without me thinking. "Oh, I'm sorry why didn't you tell me before?" Scarlet asked looking up from her book. "I didn't know, I just read the description. Those in his pack with alpha blood eyes fleck with gold when they meet their mate." I could hear the sadness in my own voice as I tried so hard to fight back the sudden pain in my chest. "His eyes are flecked with gold? I never noticed." I smirked at Scarlet as I looked at her, her head tilting like a confused wolf. "I didn't notice at first either but when he took me off the school grounds I noticed, it looked amazing against his

Katya nods and all them leave. The group moved through the woods, the oppressive silence weighing heavily on them. Katya, Charlotte, Matt, and Azraiel walked in a somber procession, each lost in their thoughts. As they approached the stairs leading up to their pack office, Katya's voice broke the silence, trembling but resolute. "My mother cloaked the memories of Arthur under a spell to prevent anyone else from looking into them. I could see them since I am her daughter, she made the spell so that only someone from her bloodline could see it." she said, her words hanging in the air.

Demetrius had this gleam in his eyes, knowing that she was asking questions that she didn't want to know the answers to, that maybe Arianna shouldn't if she wanted to have any restraint. Demetrius' eyes darkened for a split second before he said, "Thousands of years ago, Merlin was a powerful witch that was part of a coven named, 'The Seniorem Coven'. Merlin made an immortality elixir for him and his fiancée who was apparently a wolf to drink so they could be together for eternity. It turned out to be a trick when Merlin drank the elixir with Amara the wolf, which made him the first MONGREL, the wolf and the witch. Merlin' plan to live forever with Amara hit the fan when a vampire named Adon

"What's that... Where did you draw it out from!?" "This is the sacred gun, 'Argentum.' Normally used in opposition to vampires however additionally works on humans. But as opposed to golden bullets, you likely decide upon consuming lead." Seeing Anna flow her finger to the trigger, Raven raised his palms and surrendered, his face long gone light. . . . …..

“Not that it’s not all true but—” I grin. “Anyway,” she takes a deep breath, as if she allows herself to get distracted only that far. “This is where it becomes really freaky, you know.” My spine straightens at the word ‘freaky.’ “Tell me.” “Well, she said that in the next hour or so, you’ll have visitors who will create wards to protect Mystical Grove. That after all the disruptive weather fluctuations and that freak storm that just happened earlier in the evening today, the possibility that some… not-so-good elements have discovered there’s an unknown but powerful Warlock here. And that if you’re discovered while still untrained about your powers—we don’t even know what powers you actually