Merlin/arthur Fic Novels & Stories

The kind of stillness a wolf sinks into before it tears something apart. “Arthur?” I whispered. His thumb dragged slowly along the parchment as if memorizing the ink. His jaw clenched hard enough that a nerve pulsed beneath his skin. Then he lifted his head. His eyes were wrong. Not the stormy gray I’d begun to know so well. Darker. Colder. Almost silver. “He’s close,” Arthur said quietly. “Less than a day out. Maybe hours.” My stomach dropped. “He wouldn’t dare cross Highcrest borders,” Lucas muttered, though the uncertainty in his voice betrayed him.

Actually, my whole life has been one long awkward situation, even before I ended up in this world. “Why... Why were you...?” Arthur was upset and understandably confused. One minute he was dead, the next he was in a Sam and Frodo fanfiction. “We thought you were dead,” I said by way of explanation. “And that’s what you do to the recently deceased?!” When he put it like that, it painted a rather sordid picture of what had been a perfectly innocent use of mimed sodomy as a means to an end. I can’t have been the first person to employ anal sex as part of an escape plan, surely.

- emerging from my thoughts, I again began to listen to the brown-haired woman, and almost howled out loud when the meaning of what I heard reached me. Is Arthur really innocent? He did not know? Therefore, there are no traces of magic on him - Arseny did not touch his memory! Therefore, he did not come for me - he did not know where to look for me. Maybe he was looking, but ... Stop! Enough of that pink snot! Now I’ll come up with God knows what again, and I’ll suffer again. Well, I do not! Enough! I hated Arthur for five years and I plan to continue in the same spirit! And do not care that the heart shrinks at one glance at him! And doubly do not care that he just as incomprehensibly looks

Victor and Arthur looked at each other in shock before Arthur laughed. “Oh man! I think I just found my new best friend!” Arthur said as he stood, walking around Victor and Merle before dropping into the seat next to the Alpha. Arthur threw his arm around Merle and pulled him against his side. Merle looked at Arthur's arm draped around him before slowly lifting his head and looking Arthur in the eyes with an unamused expression. “Too much?” Arthur asked with a nervous grin as he slowly pulled his arm away. Merle looked to his right when Victor began speaking.

She said confidently. “You know, I believed you. I did believe that you loved my son, I gave you a chance to prove it to me. I guess I fell for one of your deceitful traps again.” What a joke. “I fell in love with him. Not the target, not the hybrid. Arthur. The boy who carries too much and still tries to stand between everyone he loves and the dark. I love him enough that I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep lying to him.” She claims.

“Defeated by a four-year-old and a cushion moat.” “He is simply prioritizing his actual legacy,” I replied, moving toward them, carrying Clara’s bottle. Arthur finally emerged from under the chair, slightly breathless but victorious. He stood, brushing the lint off his knees. “Ah, Elara. The cavalry has arrived. I have successfully neutralized the thread count threat, but I fear my joints have filed a formal complaint.” I kissed his cheek. “You’re wonderful, Arthur. But perhaps we should save the orthopedic drama until after the papers are signed.”

“Tsk! I’ve been thinking about it and I realize that I couldn’t miss this for the world and books.” An echoing footstep sounded. With the smile and the sinister one that they both knew and recognize from him. Arthur came, now sitting beside HIM but only temporarily. For his shard existence and his very soul is about to be place back to where it should belong. But not until his tainted heart and a bit is cleared. “You do know more than anyone that, you should be pure and without any flaws, right, Arthur?” “Tsk! You do not need to remind me of that one. I am currently doing it as we speak, besides, one thing that I can assure you right now. Before the death festival starts and the book will op

"They were a rejection, Lucian. A testament to how little I was worth." "No." Lucian’s eyes glowed a deep, bloody red. "The day you were rejected was the day I found my god. Those papers are the proof that Arthur was a fool. And that I was the luckiest bastard in the world. I look at them whenever I forget why I keep the link open. They remind me that I don't serve a crown. I serve you."

Especially when she felt that the young man had pulled his finger out of her womanhood so there was an opportunity for his own tongue to claim his jewel alone. It was as if lightning had struck Ara, closing her eyes to what her boyfriend had done. She didn’t know where she was going to cling because she felt like she was drowning in ecstasy. But despite that, she still tried to find something to hold on to. And it was Daniel's hair is that she found. She clung to it as if it would give her strength even though she also loves the reason why she is feeling so weak now.

Berk Hill gripped his sword tightly and shouted: "Hurry up and catch him!" The soldiers rushed forward at once, some slashing with swords, others stabbing with spears. Arthur suffered countless injuries to his body, but the pain made him even more crazy. "Arrgg!!!" Arthur used his big fist to punch down once enough to cause two people to twist their necks and die. He used his bare hands to catch and break the sword that was slashing down on him, grabbing the blade and cutting the ill-fated soldier's neck. He even grabbed the spear, and using it, simultaneously pierced through three people, lifted them up, and threw them away, killing them instantly.