Merlin Balinor Novels & Stories

“You never can tell. You can try.” I faced him. Now this was getting out of hand. “Dennis, I ask again, whose side are you on?” “I am on the side of my Alpha and Luna.” “Everything is ready, Arthur...” Jeremy walked in interrupting us. I glared at Dennis who grinned and headed in. I nodded and made to start heading out. “But, someone is here to see you...” “I thought I am off duties for now...” “It’s Maxwell.” I halted, “Maxwell?”

I shivered seeing his dark smirk. "Celia, how many times do I have to tell you, do not open…" Chris came from behind but he didn't complete his sentence. "Why are you here Merlin?" He asked the stranger. "You thought I would forget everything you have done. Now it's pay back time." Merlin said and took a step towards me. I tried to move away but I was frozen. Like I couldn't move at all. "Chris, I can't move." I said as tears started flowing freely from my eyes.

And then a voice – Lancelot's voice – spoke: "Very nice. Now turn around." The woman rotated, still looking at the mirror over her shoulder to keep herself in view, but Neville saw her face, lipstick, rouge, mascara, blush, earrings, girlish tilt of the head and realised with a shock of amazement that he was staring at Lancelot. Lancelot – dressed in his mother's clothing, parading before a mirror, made up like a woman, obviously using the opportunity while his parents were gone to explore personal fantasies. Neville realised that he had wandered into a private sexual exploration – Lancelot playing out a scenario for himself, watching himself, as a woman, in the mirror.

She was crying. Great fat silvery tears ran down her cheeks, ‘Are you going to fail her again Fae Prince’ His eyes met hers, ‘In her hour of greatest need I ask again Fae Prince. Are you going to fail her again?’ He shook his head struggling to come to terms with what they were saying, ‘Merlin? The Great Warlock who advised King Arthur, is alive?’ The disbelief on his face was very evident, ‘How is that possible’

inhaling a short breath, she said, "He is Merlin, and yes he really is my soulmate just like you and Demetre." "Merlin. But he was another realm?" Alex's eyes left Arianna' and she noticed that they traveled to Merlin. "I wasn't there, I was trapped," Merlin picked right back up and continued, "Demetrius could have helped restore balance after the war between werewolves and vampires, but he was under the influence of his darkness that I had to take care of. Arianna is a second chance that I never thought would come along again after so long..... after waiting and waiting."

They were ready to embrace their role and face whatever challenges lay ahead. "But beware," Merlin cautioned, "darkness will not yield easily. It will test you, tempt you, and try to lead you astray. You must remain steadfast in your resolve and trust in the goodness within you." As the hero absorbed Merlin's words, hints of inner doubts and fears arose. Could they truly fulfill such a significant role? What if they faltered and failed? Sensing their turmoil, Merlin placed a reassuring hand on the hero's shoulder. "Do not doubt yourself, my dear child," he said. "The realm chose you because of your strength, your compassion, and your capacity to love. You are more capable than you realize."

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.

The chaos of the battle blurred around Lia. The soldiers fell back, disoriented by the sudden onslaught of power, but it wasn’t the victory that gripped her—no, it was the growing fear in her chest. The Heart's magic, wild and uncontrolled, surged within her like a flood, drowning her, threatening to tear her apart. She could feel it—a gnawing darkness in her veins, an ancient, unrelenting force that was so much more than the gift she had imagined it to be.

I was a stranger in a world that I'd not even know. I stood there, frozen, when I felt a presence beside me. Not Damon. Not Sienna. A different kind of weight, a different kind of silence. His aura was one that I couldn't miss. The man that I had vowed to kill was the same man that now stood by my side, that did his best to remind me of what was true. That woke me up from the trance that Giovanni from me in. That made me see the reality of how things were, the lies that I always lived in. “Delilah.”

to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil