Merlin/arthur Fic Novels & Stories

I called out, urgency lacing my tone. Arthur turned to face me, his expression a mix of arrogance and allure. "What is it, Princess?" he replied, his voice dripping with condescension yet tinged with a seductive edge. Arthur's response was met with a cold, steely gaze from me, my demeanour mirroring his icy disposition. "I have no time for your insolence, Arthur," I retorted, my voice sharp and cutting. "Your petty games are of no consequence in the face of the threat we're dealing with."

No matter how cold the weather was, he preferred being bare chested, always revealing the black to brown hairs on his chest. "I promise, someone will have to destroy you some day." The man let out a thunderous scornful laugh that echoed or several minutes after he stopped. "It's been three thousand years now, woman..." he said after everything had gone quiet, word by word and slowly accentuating "woman" with even scorn, and slowly began walking around the woman. "Oh, I'm sorry... Your Highness Sandra, hail the Excellent queen." He said, slightly bowing at the word 'your Highness.' "Who owns Arthmata now? Tell me!"

Merlin watched the beautiful Princess pacing the bedroom he could sense her frustration at being incarcerated again, Arthur would be away for a couple of days so he had no choice but to lock her in that room She was not happy, her food remained untouched and her restlessness was unnerving, 'Something was wrong with her.' He thought frowning as he watched then he jumped to his feet as she gave a soft cry and collapsed onto the bed clutching her stomach,

Carl fell to the ground, clutching his stomach as blood gushed out of his mouth. "Your majesty, are you alright," Arnold yelled glancing at Arthur." Arthur let out a burst of laughter. "I won Carl, I won. I finally defeated you," Arthur said, taking slow steps towards Carl. Carl fixates his weak gaze on Arthur. 'I won't be dying alone,' he mumbled inwardly. And before Arthur and Arnold knew what was happening, Carl used all his strength to launch an attack, on Arthur, plunging his sword into his heart.

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

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

“Mr. Hobart!” Philip was a little flustered. He knew that Arthur was no match for that old man! Arthur gently patted Philip on the shoulder and said, “Let me do this.” His tone was heavy, even sad! “In that case, let me kill you first.” Cadmus snorted coldly. His five senses were much better than Arthur's. He could easily dodge Arthur's attacks. Although Arthur was old, he was very fast. He could nimbly handle three or four half-steps to the other shore attacking him at the same time.

ruls travel young mistress?” Rori looked at the smiling transparent face in front of her, and then she glanced at Murdok who gave her a slow but reassuring nod. Rori turned to Calder and beamed, “ ok, yes, that sounds nice,” Calder hummed and held out his arm, motioning toward the door “shall we then my lady?” Rori followed Calder from the room and as the two of them disappeared into the dark beyond Arthur hummed a mischievous laugh as Murdok stood and rubbed his face with both hands, “ I wouldn't believe if I didn't see it myself, the great and terrible dragon, Murdok the bloody, mercenary of the Vail collapses to his knees and offers the heart of his mountain to a small girl.” The sound o

Arthur spoke while looking at me but I couldn’t agree, not even a word of it. I remember how, pissed I was when I found out that she’s my mate bond. What I felt after realizing that she’s chasing me… “That’s absurd… don’t tell me something ridiculous as this…” “You know what’s not ridiculous?” Arthur spoke while standing up and started scratching his chin like he’s thinking something extremely ambiguous. “Someone attacked her, but she didn’t turn? Isn’t it clear it’s her plan to find the right moment to attack you… maybe she’s not even sleeping!!” he spoke and busted out in laughter…

Jeremy was thrown into the dungeon too, in a different cell, and every of Arthur’s men has been made to now obey Maxwell’s orders. The coldness of the dungeon ground hit his pores the moment he was thrown in. He couldn’t fight anymore. He was particularly afraid as he felt Arthur was already dead. He pushed himself until he crawled to meet the cell wall and leaned his back against the wall. Then he forced his eyes shut as he waited for either of two things to happen: Arthur survive the witch’s curse and save him or he die.