Merlin/arthur Fic Novels & Stories

"I understand." "I heard Lord Killian has been asking after some young girls, are you expecting new maidens?" "I haven't heard that." "Oh. Maybe it is some surprise, then," said Merl. Arthur took me to the back of his pub, and we sat down at a table with a deck of playing cards on it. "Offer you something?" offered Arthur. "Your attention," I said, as I sat down and waited for him to follow suit. He did and broke the playing cards in two halves. "I'm all ears."

--- In the sacred glade, beneath a silver sky, Arthur’s chest rose once. And then again. His hand, cold, moved toward her face. Faintly. Barely. But enough. She caught it, sobbing. “I’m here,” she whispered. “I’m still here.” His lips formed a single word—unspoken, but she heard it in her spirit. Anchor. --- The fire in the Hollow dimmed. But it did not die. What Arthur had done would not be forgotten—not by the Hollow, not by its survivors, and certainly not by Isabella. The Elders had sensed it too. From their crumbling sanctuary high in the black spires, they felt the unraveling.

Arther raised of his right hand and gently stroked his right now wet hair on there now. "Wretched." Arther muttered under his breath for the umpteenth time. After that, Arther immediately decided to clean of himself all up. And also aside from that, Arther started planning to try to find out why he had such a strange reaction about today. Could it be because tonight is the full moon night of the big moon? Arther continued to think about all of the logical possibilities that could enter his mind right now. ***

I knew I wasn’t ready to give up on everything I had with Stephen, hell, it was barely a day old, yet there was no way I could deny that there was an unavoidable spark between Arthur and I. Arthur had noticed my wound hadn’t healed, it was only a matter of time before he found out that I had no wolf. A small shiver of anxiety washed over me, the pack run was in two days.

She looked like someone returning to a place she felt still belonged to her. I stood beside Arthur, who had just set me down. A slight squeeze still gripped the sleeve of my previously neat black coat. I tried to control my breathing and play the tough wife, unwavering in the wizard's scornful gaze. Right now, I'm Arthur Moric's wife. A role that still feels like a thick, borrowed coat. "I knew it, you're like a rat, so good at sneaking around," Arthur said, then his cynical gaze landed on the man Theresa was holding. "Looks like I have two rats now."

“My father King Alaric taught me as much, my lady. I know what awaits me.” He turned to look at the window of the council hall, viewing the luscious mountains in the distance. “How old was my father when he became King, my lords and ladies?” Elder Ermentrude, whose traces of great beauty can still be seen through the marks of age, answered. “Eight and ten, my Lord.” “Yes, eight-and-ten. Only a year older than Madeleine is now.”

He knew of her existence earlier than Lucien thought. “There is no way I will let him get close to her or my family again.” Lucien said, looking at Emilia, who was sleeping very peacefully, and approached her while reciting his incantation, then he went out with Galadriel to meet his father. While at the door of Lucian's palace, Arthur was entering the palace, followed by Stephen, who was reading a set of instructions on Arthur about the business in the kingdom. But he stopped in his tracks when he found that Arthur had frozen, as if he had seen a ghost

Amongst them, Ares was forgiving. Arthurian, the first among the twins. He had heterochromia, his left eye red, and the other— blue. His hair, black. One can see him in only two places in the Dark City — the archives and the night inn— for sure, surrounded by ladies. He was called the snake of the family, the master of whisperers, and the Midnight Legion's source of intel. He is conniving, conning, and sly. When one lays eyes on his pink-colored robes, one must be careful to speak.

Merlin teased with little mirth in his eyes to Arthur’s annoyance. “Don’t make me pass an order to have you killed” Arthur said darkly, even though his eyes glinted with mirth from the jest. Merlin as he heard this made a shocked face as he placed a hand to his heart.

They couldn't do anything else. "One day, Arthur lost control when he got drunk. Unable to endure Lilian's constant pestering, he shifted into a wolf and broke her spine with a single bite. Lilian's lower half will be paralyzed for the rest of her life." I couldn't help but feel that Arthur and Lilian had gotten what they deserved as I listened. … Later, Arthur's friend approached me and said he wanted to see me one last time. I was silent for a short moment before I shook my head. "Forget it. There's no reason for us to meet."