Gwaine Merlin Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Aren? No, Taren G something.” “Talen Gawaine,” one of the other patrons, a regular at propping up the bar offered. “He said his name was Talen Gawaine. I remember because of King Arthur and the round table, you know? Girl was hot, by the way, Cameron. Definitely punching above your weight with that one.”

"Why aren't you in bed? You should have called for me if you needed something, if Arthur sees you, he would be so hard to pacify again." "I know, I know. I will return to bed, as soon as I find a new book to keep myself busy with. In the meantime, who is this gentleman?" "He is..." "Lance Miller." Lance introduced as he came over to take Gwen's hand and kissed it. "I am a friend of your sister." A friend? Well, I wouldn't call him my friend, but... "She has never mentioned you." Gwen said, giving me a look. "I am Gwendolyn Geraldton, Duchess of Arana. Welcome to my home."

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

Her breath catches between sobs. Arthur, completely out of touch with the situation asks, “How is this possible?” “Really?” I toss my braids over my shoulder as I turn to face him, forgetting everything I said earlier about keeping my mouth shut. “You can't figure this out? YOU ARE KING ARTHUR, like THE KING ARTHUR, like the SWORD IN THE STONE and EXCALIBUR. For fucks sake, dude, your name is ARTHUR DRAKE! Drake as in “dragon” as in “The Pendragon.” Camelot and all that jazz.” I wave my arms frantically from Devona to Faye. “She’s telling you that the court of King Arthur is real, that Faye is your sister, again. And this crazy lady here with the spiffy jacket, she isn’t just a Merlin, she’s

“Please do not shed tears anymore, miss.” Before Maleficent could retort back, Merlin already turned to the next corner—leaving her alone as she tried to reach her arm in his direction to call him. Merlin the wizard. Two hundred twenty years old. Attended Transylvania Academy five years ago. Ability: Necromancy. His innate ability made him the walking bane of the nature wizards. Maleficent still fixated her eyes on the corner where he turned into. The newly resurrected butterfly fluttered before her. Waving her hand, Mimi the butterfly reduced into a pile of ash before she turned to him.

“Really? What is it?” “Well, did you know that the High Wolf King—the man you read about in the book, who fought the Raven Wolf King—is my descendant?” “But… the High King and that battle happened in England, where that royal pack still exists. Isn’t his descendant on the throne there?” “No. Once that battle was done and the High Wolf King—Gwain—was dead, there was another war for the throne. Gwain’s son was too young to take it, and opportunists took that chance to attack. Gwain’s family fled to the New World when the first settlers gave way.”

the word girlfriend seemed like just a whisper to him but I could sense the tension in his tone. "First, Gwenny's not my girl. Second, you should be grateful!" I heard a loud sarcastic laugh coming from him as we both strode to the lift. "Martin considers Guinevere his younger sister, that's why everything she tells, Martin follows. If she orders your death, Martin will accomplish it in a snap!" "So, she's also a member of his gang? A female member?" "You can say that. That's why stop messing around and with her!"

Gwen shrieked, angrily moving about on her bed. After ranting about a hundred ways to kill Warren and dispose of his body, my friends finally calmed down. “Don’t lie to us, Mer. How are you?” “Truthfully? Messed up. At times when I think I’ve gotten over it, the pain slams into me like a truck, and it becomes unbearable.” Even now, there was a lump in my throat that made it difficult to swallow. “You can’t just get over it, Merilyn.” Gwen frowned. “You were with him for ten years! That bastard was your first.”

His hands clenched tightly behind him. Colfre swallowed the lump on his throat as he looks at the queen's eyes. "I want to be the strategist of this war, to bring victory back and offer it to Hymir, Your Majesty." Morrigan paced back and forth again. Scoffing on Colfre's reason to set out of war. It may be important for Hymir to have someone with great knowledge in the art of war to be their strategist and it was obvious that Colfre would be a fitting official to undertake this job. But she cannot let him go with his condition still not getting better. "We are not short of strategist, Colfre. You don't have to set out of war." Morrigan's voice weakens as she sees how Colfre could not look st

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.