Merlin And Arthur Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She smiled and walked toward him, feeling the link between them reconnecting. Suddenly, Merlin lunged forward wielding a large broken shard of timber and plunged it straight into his chest. She felt the pain tearing through him as she screamed as he fell to the floor clutching his chest. Running to him, dropping down onto her knees, she held him in her arms. Merlin, stunned, staggered backwards. "Oh god! I thought you were dead! What have I done? " Ignoring him, Arianna cried, "No, no, no!" Holding onto him tightly, "You can't leave me like this, not after everything I've done to come here, this war is not over yet!".

After all, she murdered an angel and got away with it. Cent, who was standing for almost two hours already, finally saw an opening to connect with him when the person of interest finally stood up. Merlin’s unfocused eyes and downcast eyes as he headed to the deeper part of the library, making it easier for Cent to ‘bump’ into him. Hugging the insanely enormous book, Merlin continued. His meek attitude reminded Cent of herself when she was still in the mortal world. Maleficent’s past self and Merlin walking with his gaze downcast, the two images overlapped with each other—bringing a bitter aftertaste for Cent.

I pushed up to my toes, pressed my lips to his scaled face. He reached down, grabbed my hand. He slapped his open palm to mine. Glared up at Finn. "Ever." Ari snorted. "Thank you for that moment to process, garinion." I smiled. "Sure, Ari. What's your news?" She rearranged her face into a brighter expression. "Well, good news first. Merlin is still safely stuck in his tomb. It will take more than Patrick has available to raise him." "Even if he has Matilda Matheson as a supernatural battery?" Finn asked.

"Arthur, save the tears. No amount of crying is going to bring her back. And what are you going to tell her anyway? To come back so she can continue becoming a sacrificial piece for Ely? "Wasn’t all of this for Ely in the first place? Now that she is gone, isn't this the perfect chance to finally marry Ely?" Arthur shook his head slowly. "Ely is about to marry someone else. She has nothing to do with me. My wife is Juniper. Always has been, and always will be." "Arthur, it’s a little too late for that, isn’t it?" Jeremiah's voice suddenly cracked, and he teared up.

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

Bringing his hands together, he used all his power to try to break through the kaleidoscope shimmering around them. ‘Merlin.’ The voice cut through all the noise, it was gentle and filled with unconditional love. ‘It is over.’ The Great Warlock turned to face the man he had vowed to love and protect through all eternity, ‘Arthur?’ He said, now looking at the beautiful face of the gentle, pure King, his blue eyes shining with love for his friend. ‘It is time to go, my friend.’ He said to Merlin, who sank to his knees, his head bowed,

- the goblin bulged his astonished eyes at me. “But I have no other choice,” I shrugged, “other than to try to find him and try to persuade him to help me. You see, I'm pretty sure Arthur has had his memory erased, and I... - And if not? Mitrich interrupted me severely. - If no one touched his memory? If he cast you out at the hands of your father? - It is not true! I screamed, jumping up from the stool. "Arthur couldn't do this to me!" He loves me!

Fatigue weighed heavy on my eyes, and I drifted into sleep. In the midst of a dream, I heard the creaking of the door. "Merlin, where are you?" I murmured, half-asleep. The room remained silent. I heard footsteps approaching my bed and felt someone sit beside my head. "I'm sorry, Devin, for what I'm about to do. I hope you'll understand. I love you," she whispered. I felt her lips on mine. I awoke abruptly. Looking over at Merlin's bed, it was still empty. Had I dreamed it, or was it real? I threw on my tunic and ran outside, glancing around, but there was no sign of Merlin. Tears welled up in my eyes; my hands clutched my head. I didn't know what to do or what her words meant.

he places his hand on my cheeks and his eyes start glowing, "You, Quinzel O'Conner mine, and the seven seas got nothing on this. Under whatever star, on top of any mountain, I will still say that for the world to hear," "Ares?" I know that Arthur, in his right mind would never talk delicate words that would make me feel like this. The tummy flipping, I'm getting butterflies, energy running through my body I want more of his touch type of thing. "Yes, love?" "Can I have Arthur back please?" I ask nicely, knowing that like me, Arthur would not appreciate what Ares would do without his permission. He nods, and his eyes slowly shift to its stormy grey, and his hand moves away from my face, and a

She crouched down and gently patted Arthur's hand, saying, "Arthur, when are we having our bonding ceremony? I can't wait to be your mate!" Arthur lifted his teary eyes and looked at Lilian, only to find that she'd taken my tiara without permission. He was already planning on making Lilian his Luna, yet she was still impatiently rushing him. In an instant, all his love for her vanished. She became nothing more than a greedy, power-hungry she-wolf. Arthur shoved Lilian aside and snarled, "Get lost! Get the hell out of here, Lilian!" With that, he went back into my cave.