Gaius Merlin Novels & Stories

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’

His finger curled around them, but he did not answer immediately. "It should not be your concern, Merlin!" Givon’s voice dropped to a cold, grave register that filled the dim space between them like smoke. I help you, in return, your loyality will be watched- closely. If I have the power to turn The Impossible into reality, don't doubt for a second that I can also reduce everything you have to dust. There was no drama in his voice. No overt threat. Just brutal certainty. Merlin's smirk flattered. For a moment just a fleeting breath, her fingers twitched against the velvet armrest of the couch. She leaned forward, her spine straightening, chin lifting with pride that had been long forged in f