Emrys Merlin Novels & Stories

And at the mouth of the cursed gorge— Morgane. Waiting. Her cloak whipped in the gusts. Her staff spat black runes. "You knew that, did you?" she growled into darkness. "The child has been born. The world tilts. But I made sure that she could never rule it." A shriek ripped the air apart. Then thunder of hooves. Claws. And fire. The ridge above her erupted in a pillar of blue flame. Emereah had come. Pack around her—silver, black, blood-red—wearing sigils of both the Silvermoon Fang Pack and the Red Crescent.

Madissa signs to her mates, "That's Archon, he is only just a year old." Then Nerissa continues the narrative, signing to their mates, "And my mother's youngest are newborns, so they aren't taken out in public much. Merling babies aren't able to hold their breath for long, so they must be cared for in their nursery with a cradle attached to the moonhole. They are twins, Malva and Tachys. Malva has a soft seafoam green tail with mauve fin tips, and Tachys has a milky green tea coloring in his tail with indigo blue stripes and quicksilver fin tips. Mother isn't here at the moment because it's time to feed them, but she will be back soon for cutting the..." At the end of her sentence, Nerissa u

"You do not have a bondmate, dear Vlad. You cannot keep living like this. I do not want anything bad to happen to you." Merilyn finally took notice of her surroundings. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of a still figure lying on blankets at the far end of the spacious chamber. A human female? •••••• EMERIEL Emeriel woke to a heavy weight pressing down on her. Pain shot through her body, especially in her lower region. The beast’s deep growl brought the memories flooding back. The beast is mounting me!

Lifting his head, he sniffed the air before discarding his underwear and shifting. Merlin was standing on the balcony of her room, watching the rain clouds moving restlessly across the sky when she spotted the gray wolf emerge from the forest. Even from a distance, he was massive, his muscles rippling under his thick fur coat and his yellow eyes, distinctively bright in the semi-darkness of the impending storm. The longer she stared at him, the more she felt his eyes looking directly at her even though she was sure that couldn't be possible at this distance.

he demanded. “She disrespected me!” I snarled, but he took a step toward me, and I instinctively took a step back. The truth was that of all the lycans, Emrys scared me the most. He was the devil dressed like an angel, and I had seen him kill tens of rogues in under three minutes, all while wearing his usual gentle smile. He had never liked me and often looked at me as if saying, "I'll kill this bitch once Kennis is over her." Like Kennis, he had fallen under Diara's spell. Just how many men did she have under her control? “I… I’m sorry,” I stuttered as his aura began to suffocate me and make my wolf whimper. How was the brat not affected? He looked at the child in his arms, silently orderin

I hit the mind-link to Emrys one more time, pushing everything I had into it. 'Emrys. Respond. NOW.' A flicker. Faint. Something like static and then— '—under attack—packhouse—'

It took her a brief moment to find her words. "From every pack." I shifted my gaze to Sera and she nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. Every territory has proxies working for Emrys, including ours." Her confirmation held more weight than the news relayed to me by Princess Isolde. There was no lie to this. Her heartbeat assured me. "Well, then that's bad news." I said. Emrys's corruption had rooted far deeper than my brothers and I imagined. Following, a blast reached my hearing. I narrowed my eyes and listened in. The North Wing. Where the knights were. Whoever was attacking, they knew where first to strike and for them to reach Areth, it couldn't be a coincidence.

Talis found herself, for the first time since inheriting her considerable role, genuinely uncertain whether she retained her confederation's full trust. Then, three months later, word arrived that would prove considerably more troubling than any council disagreement. A young initiate at the Academy, barely twelve years old, a quiet boy named Emrys who had only recently begun his own integration studies, had begun exhibiting entirely new symptoms unlike anything Ivy's original techniques, developed and refined across generations of careful, dedicated scholarship, had ever anticipated. His skin had grown faintly luminous in low light, a soft, silvery glow visible along his forearms and throat.

He's the cat-shaped elf. "Well, if he's an expensive elf, he can stay in my house." I thought I was rescuing a damsel in distress, but it turns out I was stealing someone else's love... Emerl suddenly poked his head out of the grass. He must have heard me call his name, because he pranced over and rubbed his face against my skirt. "His name is Emerl?" "His full name is Emerold, the Emerald." Ulysses reached out for Emo, and to my surprise, after almost four years, no one but me had ever tried to pet him, but now Emo was rubbing against the palm of Ulysses' hand, causing static electricity.

“I believe you will find a name somewhere in there” Emry looked from her to me, then back before looking back at me. “I do not know much about my wolf”, he said. “I only know that he is quite fast for his size”, he said. I suddenly remembered someone distinct I had noticed about his wolf. “And he has rare silver eyes”, I added and watched them both turn to look as me. “He does?” Emry asked and I nodded. “Rare and distinct ones”, I added. “Then how about ‘Lightning’?” Jasmine suddenly asked. “It is quite fast and distinct”, she said.