Gaius Merlin Novels & Stories

There you go, so intimidating. The soldiers gathered in a line and Merlin started, "The suspect, Med Lauren is in Peru but we do not know for how long will he be there or if he is even there. So, my handsome warriors, we prepare for the hunt. Because for all I gathered from my fellow leader, he is not alone. The stray werewolves are hunting humans in a pack and he is leading them." Merlin spoke and everyone got alert. I felt a little churning in my stomach with the anxiety but I stood straight in my place behind Merlin. He turned around and looked at all of us.

He shrugged. “Myths and legends are all based in some kind of reality.” She guessed that he was right. Sybil came back to present time and stared out the window just thinking. She had been reading up on a few things. Her time with Niba had made her think about herself a little bit. Niba kept calling her a pythoness. One who was connected to all branches of magic but tended to master in one area quickly. Pythons were rare because they were able to fully learn other branches of magic where most witches were only ever to truly master one. Niba said the last known here was Morgana. That her brother Merlin had disappeared some time ago to an unknown fate. Well guess Areis comment about myths and

"Just say you give yourself to me Merlin. Say it!" "Fuck you!", Merlin screamed, grabbing the lapels of his coat as blue currents of electricity flowed from her hands into his chest, sending him flying across the clearing and crashing into a tree trunk six feet away. Gilbert slumped to the ground, his heart stopped by the massive electric shock Merlin had given him.

Because deep down, I already suspected the answer. “And Merlin?” I asked. There was no anger in my voice—only a quiet despair. A hope I wasn’t yet ready to let go of. Roi hesitated. “Merlin… she never existed, Devin. You still don't get it..” “No. That can’t be true.” “She was the most advanced simulation architect in the entire program. And the one closest to you. Maybe… too close. That’s why you became the deepest subject. The hardest to retrieve.”

"A goddess, nonetheless. I am unfamiliar with this Merlin. If you could please provide us with a brief history, we will be better able to determine if we can assist in whatever capacity you require." Ari nodded. "Merlin was a wizard of some repute. He once aided kings before our times progressed beyond their system of rule. Legend says that he is the bastard child of a demon and noble woman. He's immensely powerful, able to shape-shift, change perceptions of reality, and control the elements." I looked up at my grandmother, my mouth hanging open. "And you think I can beat him by myself?"

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.

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 flew to the leader of the stermons, and said; “I will go to Olivia and I will call your clan if she needs reinforcements.” The stermons is a clan, living on the outskirts near the city of hell. The clan lives around a big tree in the middle of the forest, named The Death Tree. The clan had a huge favor that they need to repay for a millennium. It all started on the day of Prince Merlin’s birth. Merlin spent a decade in his mother’s womb and came out of her mother’s body when the war began. It was a war that made history in Hell.