Merlin Ambrosius Novels & Stories

After giving Jasmine a really deadly look, Damien stood up and walked past Jasmine, brushing his shoulder against hers violently. He didn't know how he felt about Ariel 's water breaking, but he was definitely angry. He started walking slowly and he went outside immediately. He mindlinked the head of the warriors to meet him immediately. Damien was feeling really betrayed and really angry. He went outside to meet Tobias.

“But how is she merging with Apolliana? I thought the reason Le Créateur made her human was so that her human could restrain her angel. Didn’t the Siren say that Lana would have to die for Apolliana to rise?” I shake my head, “I also assumed the same. But then I thought about what has changed since the scales were rectified. What is to happen now that Azazel and Zoe are together, and Bree and Fallon realized the Eru’s prophecy?” I snap my fingers, and an ancient tome appears in my hands. “We found this deep in my library. It’s a similar interpretation to the one of The Book of Kings.” I flip through the book until I reach the page that I am searching for. “Resurgemus mundos viros neque sanct

Xavier murmured, "Well, now tell me what is the dreamscape that you have been talking about" Erica countered, "Will you be alright? If I tell you what I saw?" Her tone slightly teasing. She looked at Xavier, who seemed to be considering his next words before he thought better of it and nodded instead. "So, let me tell you that this shadow man I was talking of, turns out that this person or rather an entity is or was Queen Rosamond's brother. His name is Elias". "Wait? Elias? He is said to be a legendary wizard who later turned into a mage," Xavier put in, thoughtfully. Erica frowned, "Really?" That's an interesting piece of information, she thought.

Amelia squeezed her hand nervously, trying to use her strength, but to no avail "Don't try. Do you know why I brought you here, because you were revived. The damned Sirin revived you, but she did not save her daughter." Amelia's eyes widened in shock, as she looked at Arthur, who had cut Ethan's hand and looked in pain. "Leave my child, you motherfucker!" He ignored her presence, and closed his eyes, preparing to begin the ritual. At the same moment the door exploded, Lucien appeared in his wolf form, looking at Arthur with hellish anger. Meanwhile, Galadriel was jumping on everyone who opposed his path in his wolf form and tearing off their heads Someone directed a crystal of energy at him,

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

This swine told you that? "She's definitely delusional." "I would never send her to a horrid place like the isle of thorns." She snickered. "She's right your majesty, my mom would never do that, she's the nicest being on earth, with a heart of gold." Amelia said in her mother's defense. Her face had turned pale when she saw me in Derrick's arms. "Our queen is a wonderful person your majesty." "Gwen is a known liar, our queen would never send her on such a dangerous quest." Morgana who had been static all along chipped in. "I read minds too." Derrick reminded them. They all turned pale with fear. "Consider this a warning, don't touch a hair on Gwen's head." He warned the flustered wolves.

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.