Gaius Merlin Novels & Stories

Cilyna asked the boy. "I'm Rasmosis. I'm from the clan of Merlin. Our crone was killed by a hunter a few years back and we were all divided but I know how to find everyone's families." the boy said, stuffing his hands into his pockets and saying back and forth on the balls of his feet nervously. "The clan of Merlin? I never knew he had a clan." Kaynon asked as he tilted his head to the side at the boy.

"I do not think that'll be necessary. But please do tell your queen that lord Marcellus was here," He'd had that tough glint in his eyes, looking unnervered by the less bulky, slightly lean figure of Marcellus standing right in front of him. But as he uttered that name, his nerve broke, his body trembled at the mention of that very name. That name represented terror to each and every of them and Marcellus owed that to many years of massacre. The male swallowed hard before saying anything, "Lo...lord Marcellus?!" "Yes. Lord Marcellus," he ended in a frigid manner before turning away.

He states. "You're wolf is majestic. I felt safe around him." I sigh and tilt my head backwards. "I still don't know what to name my wolf, and don't you dare say Canisa." I warn and he lets out a chuckle. I don't think he knows how sexy that is. "How about Lupita?" he says "That sounds like Aaron's wolf's name." I state. "Morgan. Short for Morgana." He says and I smile, nodding at him.

But this, this was something that even he couldn’t stomach. A wise, powerful wizard of the ages, instead of being hailed as a saviour by his own kind. Had been reduced to being labeled as a curse and a source of pure hatred for his own people. A traitor among his own kind. Even now Skye had no idea as to why Merlin had vanished from Light Dwellers’ history, only now as Merlia explained it resulted in leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “But… but he saved your kind” Skye said looking at the grievous group who didn’t share his sentiments as disdain filled their faces.

I blink and look around. Our cursed prisoner no longer looks like a rotting corpse, but like a handsome young man in armor that looks freshly oiled, gleaming with care. He has auburn hair and a dusting of freckles across his nose. HIs chin has a small beard. “Gareth,” I whisper, remembering the name that Merlin has said. “I see you.” Whipping around, I face Arthur and gasp.

he implored. Luca scoffed with a smile. “I thought I was a rogue. Useless, right? Is that not what you, Gus, called me.?" he asked Lorenzo and pulled him by his collar. “We were never friends, and we will never be, and if you think Dean is the one thirsty for power, then you thought wrong. Because I am throne thirsty for vengeance and I will - The door creaked open. I turned to see who it was, and my heart dropped at once. It was Merlin. He stood there looking at us, his hair wet with water. He smiled “Mummy!”

She cries silently, Merlin tries to hold her other hand, but she wriggles her hand free of him. “I am truly sorry, for everything I’ve put you through. If I’d had any say, I would not have done this. Any of it.” Ash nods and Kai moves to the bed with the children on as Merlin turns to inspect them. He pulls out a wand from a pocket which grows as he holds it into a long wooden staff, it was solid looking but also appears ancient, with a cluster of pale-green crystals fused into the top of it. He waves it in a circle, and a swirl of sparks flies from the crystal.

Merlin admired Jordan a lot, so he despised Spencer and his son, Xavion. Xavion could not deal with Merlin because Merlin was just too famous, and he also had a high political status in the White House. Merlin was known as the light of the Oskians in the United States. He had even received an award from the current president for solving a serial murder case that had lasted for ten years. He had a strong following and supporter base in the United States and was viewed as a symbol to the Oskians in the United States. If something were to happen to him, the Oskians in the United States would parade for his justice.

utterly handsome. "Sicario." The magician greeted Grandfather. He addressed my grandfather as an equal. So I'm sure the two are about the same age or the man I don't know is older. "Merlin." Grandfather greeted me and I stopped. Merlin? He is the name of a sorcerer in a Mythology that is related to King Arthur. But everybody knows it's just folklore. This man in front of me is just someone who bears the same name as him. But I still can't help but be surprised.

She was crying. Great fat silvery tears ran down her cheeks, ‘Are you going to fail her again Fae Prince’ His eyes met hers, ‘In her hour of greatest need I ask again Fae Prince. Are you going to fail her again?’ He shook his head struggling to come to terms with what they were saying, ‘Merlin? The Great Warlock who advised King Arthur, is alive?’ The disbelief on his face was very evident, ‘How is that possible’