Novel & Cerita Gwaine Merlin

The young man from my room appeared at my side. "Elara, you cannot go out there," he said. "It is too dangerous." "The Lycan king is out there." "Yes. Lucian. He is fighting for all of us." I looked at the young man. At his blue eyes, his worried face. "You called me by my name," I said. "But you did not tell me yours." "I am Gwen. The witch that was once assigned to train you. Your friend." "Gwen." The name felt right. "I remember him saving my life. In the forest. From the rogues."

My mates faltered at her name. "Gwendolyn?" They echoed, sounding confused. Gwen smiled, running her hand over her head, a ripple of magic ran over her, taking the form a familiar face and body. Everything but the long brunette hair, Gwen was the spitting image of her twin sister, Gen. But unlike Gen who ruled the Fey above land and the Merking who claimed title of the Merfolk and tides, Gwen truly ruled the seas, water and the animals themselves that lived within them. The King of Merfolk should be bowing to her.

Meanwhile, the other warriors secretly rejoiced at what they considered the Blood Shadow Warriors’ bad luck. Yet Merlin remained silent. He simply stared deeply at the key and ancient scroll in his hands. Beside him, Phoniex was unusually quiet too. The playful smirk she normally wore had disappeared as if she had suddenly realized something important. A Sacred Flame Pack warrior finally gathered enough courage and approached one of the silver chests nearby. Carefully observing Merlin’s earlier method, he placed a special ticket on the chest and activated it. The chest opened. Inside lay a long black broken sword engraved with strange ancient symbols.

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.

Elias smiled and said: “Sorry guys, I went a bit fast!” The boy looked up at his master respectfully: "Yes, I keep up with you, prince." Lily glanced at the boy and said, “My son is not. You slow down for me.” "Okay, okay, I'll go slow and wait for you two." Elias was born with a magical power, so even if he walked slowly, it was equal to other people following him. Lily gasped: "I'm not going, you two go first, I'll be back later."

The gold that bordered his pupil whenever he was angry or upset have been gone for a while, proving without a doubt that Gwaine has had absolute control over his body and emotions. I haven’t been familiar with his wolf; Vilkus, but from what I gathered from the few times we crossed paths, he was a darker side of Gwaine. Gwaine was more rational but Vilkus seemed to be a carrier of rage. His rage seemed unending. The gold that appeared in Gwaine’s eyes signaling his presence was always so fierce one could mistake them for fire. The surrounding reminded me of the first time we met on a hill. Gwaine had interrupted me and when I turned, his face held so much innocence, I couldn’t be mad at him

At some point, they had even joined me. Later in the evening, Orien came to pick me up. During the ride home we had a chit-chat. I learned that he wasn't just Head of Knights, he was Gawain's childhood and best friend. He told me about Gawain's childhood. Prince Dameon had been brought up from birth as the heir to the throne. Being trained as well. Gawain never had interest in those things. He'd stuck to books and the first time he had been forced to wield a sword, he'd cut himself. According to Orien, Gawain had frozen on seeing his own blood. Thereafter, he began shaking. Gawain dreaded the sight of blood. It had also taken him a long time before he could go near knives or scissors or even

The dim light of the cave flickered as the fire crackled, casting long shadows across the walls. Lia sat cross-legged on the ground, her fingers still trembling from the strange connection she felt with the wounded noble wolf. Cassian—she had learned his name as he rested—lay against the rock, his breathing shallow but steady. The moment of vulnerability had passed, but the tension between them was far from gone. She studied him from a distance, her golden eyes narrowing as she recalled the strange words he’d spoken earlier. The Heart of the Greykin. The key. What did he mean by that? Her mind raced with possibilities, none of them comforting.

In this region is where most of the resources are concentrated and where most of the high-grade warriors aspire to be at. The king of Camelot is also the commander in chief of the whole armed forces of Camelot, Knight Commander General Gawain Duke. He is a high-grade warrior who already had his 5th breakthrough. This places him at the peak of individual strength in the whole Camelot military. Kalen’s parents worked for the southern military, the Sicily division. When he was 14 years old, his parents died. He never saw their bodies, as the military reported that the Gaul soldiers burned them to death.

"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?"