Merlin Balinor Novels & Stories

Merlin grunts, “Emmaline, and Noemi are working together?” Merlin growls as she nods, “She still trying to raise the bastard?” She nods, “She found the scroll.” He pales, his eyes flickering back and forth as he processes this information. “Mer, you should just let me die. What I have done here is unforgivable.” He shakes his head, “No, Claire.” She puts a hand on his on the edge of the bed,

"They are still together?" "I am excited about the Battle of Halflings for the Flame Throne!" "Yes! The strongest candidates are the love birds, right? I am curious who will yield." Maleficent the Glutton didn’t care that they were the center of attention. She elegantly walked towards a certain purple-robed Ambivalent student, Merlin the Necromancer. “You are early, can we sit here?” Maleficent asked the sleepy young necromancer after nudging the desk.

When Merlin was a little older than I, he went to Camelot to live with his mother’s friend: the court physician, Gaius. That’s where he met the ancient dragon, Kilgharrah, who told him of his destiny. Merlin was meant to help King Arthur unite the kingdom of Albion. By this time, Merlin already knew he had magic, but could only seldom control it. He also hated Arthur and his father, Uther, who would cruelly persecute any and all users of magic.

This time, Richard’s eyes didn’t role but a instead a small smile crept onto his face. “This one is a little more interesting. There are many notations that suggest that Merlin was a real person, just not a man. Some sources suggest that Alpha Excalibur had a witch working for him. Most suggest that the witch was imprisoned while others say that it was Excalibur’s lover. It is hard to know which is truth but all agree that even then Eli’s family wanted close connections with magic.” “Do we know anything else about Excalibur previous to his battle with Arthur?”

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.