Knight Merlin Novels & Stories

Her friends were asleep, and she couldn't risk waking them. With Ashlan secured as her top choice, she moved on to the final Knight, a wave of nervous anticipation washing over her. Raizen Titus Yvanov. The name itself sounded regal, powerful, and utterly intimidating. The description painted a picture of an icy prince, the only son of the Yvanov royal family in Greece, a man whose cold demeanor was as legendary as his wealth and influence.

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.

Raven groveled on Knight's back as they dashed toward the forest. He was stunned when Knight shifted right in his room -- it was the most beautiful and magnificent white beast he had ever seen. He heard the doorknob shake when Knight jumped out of the window with him on his back. Though still had a million doubts about the rogue, Raven couldn't help but started chewing Knight's words-- "There is a traitor in your pack".

The Dragon Council was still active, but now we had one for every type of species. The leader of each species set up the new council, to make sure everyone was on the same page. Each country had its own council as well, but Cyran had to be a part of them all. Mostly because their kind was spread across the world. The only species that haven’t revealed themselves to the world were Mer-people. It was mostly because for centuries they have been hunted by humans and treated as science projects. Since everyone understood their fear of humans, we made sure the humans didn’t learn about them until they were ready.

“Are you a knight?” The innkeeper cast a glance over his shoulder at the gathered menfolk, who were all keenly following the conversation. I was glad I was not the only person to think he looked like one. “A mage,” Rivyn sat back on his chair. “Though I have competently wielded a sword on occasion,” he added in such a way that I knew with certainty that he was as much a knight as he was a mage, despite his demurring. The innkeeper agreed with me, his expression avid. “A mage knight,” he said. “That’s exactly what we need to kill this dragon.”

"Are you a MOTHER, my MOTHER?! What are you doing here!! What are you supposed to be doing!! I thought... I thought...!" Without warning he collapsed to his knees, one hand stretched out at Tira as though eager to clutch her... perhaps to kill her. Confused shouts and howls now arose from both sides of the battlefield. I looked over to mine and caught the eye of my Beta; she began quickly to dart back and forth before my Pack, silently barking orders to remain where they stood, but to be ready for anything. I shifted my stance, watching, assessing. Beside me Cillium remained still like a chunk of stone, never even having moved once since he had rushed to be there. My golden knight... My Mate

Even his laugh was malicious. “Wicked!!!” Silver said. “I'm not wicked, I'm Merlin, hi-hi-hi, a potion master and a headmaster, hi-hi-hi.” “So old man—” “I'm not old, hi-hi-hi,” Merlin snapped. “On the contrary, I'm 210 years or more. I forget. See how young I'm, hi-hi-hi.” Merlin replied with his left hand on his chest. Silver decided it was best to ignore Merlin. He looked around the market area. There were not many people here, but those who were here had stars in there eyes. Not many people dabbled in the arts of potions.

When Ronan pulled his lips away from his he said to him, "Adrian, my love, demons have a highly developed sense of smell and each person has a different scent which allows us to recognize them and track them over a long distance if necessary. There is a legend that says that every demon has a mermaid somewhere, a person who would have a smell so powerful that it would make you lose your mind. I never believed it before, how the smell of a person could intoxicate you to the point of losing your mind, but after meeting you I finally understood." He then said looking him straight in the eyes, "Adrian... You are my mermaid, the one and only, no one can ever replace you in my heart."

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

Zion's sudden limerence had me experiencing butterflies in my stomach, my heart rate exceeded an alarming level, yet I was only left to follow his command. "Alright, you lovesick pup. This one is for the first and last time. Next time, I won't even go close to her," I told him, but he was too engrossed to listen to me. I rolled my eyes as I stepped down from the bed. Zion was an unsympathetic wolf, yet today he had shocked me. I didn't know he had stored such depth for our mate. I walked towards her, sitting beside the edge of her bed, "Go closer, hug her," He instructed, I scoffed annoyingly.