Merlin Emrys Novels & Stories

I’m sorry I made you cry a few times while reading, but I made it up to you with a happy-ish ending. You may recognise Merlin from the legends about King Arthur, but this story is more closely related to the Merlin series with Colin Morgan and Bradley James. I’ve always loved the show and made this story with it in mind. I threw in a few Easter eggs from the show into it, so I wonder if you can spot them all. With your big brain, you probably can :) Hint: Eggs are mostly in dialogue, descriptions, and names ;)

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

Kelvin said, leaning in to examine the fuzzy image, "you haven't changed much." Blackridge let out a breath of laughter. "I suppose not." He looked into the happy faces of the others around him, and a wave of sadness hit him. "Who's this beside you?" Kelvin asked him. "Eliezer Webber," he said, considering the man in the glasses. "The man was a cutup and entirely disorganized, but there was something almost otherworldly about him. He was the Kingsmen Ambassador at the time, and he really cared for people."

“He believes that Charlotte poses a threat to his claim over the title of Alpha of the Black Onyx pack.” Azraiel is about to open his mouth to ask him about the army when Daniel looks straight in his eyes and says, “Oh, and there are rumours that the fallen Alpha of the Black Onyx pack and the first ever Trueblood, Emmanuel Reed is alive!”

"Tell me." "Emrys is dying," Merrin said, and the words landed with brutal directness despite her obvious reluctance to deliver them. "Not soon, precisely. But the strain of maintaining his bond with Eldest Ember has finally begun outpacing what his physical body can sustain, regardless of age."

It was better to die with honour and live forever free beyond the veil of death than live in shame, a half-life in purgatory. Tenderly, he laid the unresponsive girl on the cold stone Altar, looking across at Merlin, who had donned a blood red robe and carried his magic staff, its deep red ruby glowing brightly on the top. Asher gaped in shock when he saw the Great Warlock's face, he was the young, strong Merlin from the days of King Arthur, only this Merlin had sold his soul to the Dark Angel. Arthur would have been appalled by his old friend's betrayal, he was called England's greatest King because he had been pure of heart, loyal and true to the land he loved. The legend said that in Her

Cilyna asked the boy. "I'm Rasmosis. I'm from the clan of Merlin. Our crone was killed by a hunter a few years back and we were all divided but I know how to find everyone's families." the boy said, stuffing his hands into his pockets and saying back and forth on the balls of his feet nervously. "The clan of Merlin? I never knew he had a clan." Kaynon asked as he tilted his head to the side at the boy.

" Added Liam, clenching a fist, he felt like snapping the two guards who were betraying their own people and their pack for some money. Emrys opened his drawer and the key to the gates was safe and sound there, returned. Emrys replayed the video and then paused when the video reached the man's part, he zoomed in to get a closer look of him even though he had worn a mask. "He is one of us, we need to catch him first but before that, get me those guards as soon as possible!" He ordered and exited the room, he was so angry that one of his people was backstabbing him, his own people were betraying him when he was struggling to finish the matter. He was hurt and wished like he knew who was tricki

I hate the ambivalent beings again. Adjusting his eyeglass on his pert nose, Merlin looked at her. “Why are you doing this? I know that Mimi, your butterfly, died from your flames. So I know that this is not because you are feeling grateful for me.” Though he looked timid, Cent could see the maturity hidden by his poor excuse of façade.

Why not take advantage? She devoured the bread and omelet in record time and downed it with the pitcher of water. As she set down the pitcher, the door or rather what looked like the door opened and a man stepped inside. The man smiled upon seeing her and spoke, his voice filled with genuine warmth, “Ah, I see you are awake. The others are dying to meet you.” Clara’s eyebrow instantly arched up as the man finished talking. She grinned and said, “Okay. I’m sorry. Hold on. Which others? Where in heaven’s name am I and who the hell are you?” The man barely flinched at her sharp tone. He only smiled and said, “Sorry, my bad. I assumed Gwendolyn filled you in but I see not. My name is Emrys and y