Merlin Emrys Novels & Stories

It satisfies me. Honestly, Emery is far from what I've expected. He has lived in Melbourne since he was eighteen and due to that, he has not act like a self-centred prince. He seems very humble and common; like a normal person. No one would have expected him to be royalty. Neither would I, at first.

Even if I didn’t know it before, there was always a bit of Kay in Embyr. Since regaining my sanity and coming into this company of knights, Merlin has been training me in how to access the powers that have always been there, waiting. Even so, it did not fully prepare me for what I intend to do. I was warned to never pull too strongly from Avalon itself, so it is only the faintest thread that I unravel from the ground beneath my feet, letting it warm me, becoming a part of who I am as I integrate it into my own spirit to fuel my work.

"He only said to attack you and keep you occupied for a while" Ren's frown deepened. Why would the wizard hunter want her occupied? Was he planning to do something? Layla gasped suddenly as she figured it out. "Emrys",she whispered dreadfully. "He's going after Emrys" "Emrys will fry him with a single spell",Ren said casually but her frown turned into a suspicious scowl as she went into deep thoughts. "He's the greatest wizard ever. The wizard hunter will not be able to defeat him so easily and quietly, we would hear the sound of fighting"

I hit the mind-link to Emrys one more time, pushing everything I had into it. 'Emrys. Respond. NOW.' A flicker. Faint. Something like static and then— '—under attack—packhouse—'

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,

Emery’s POV Mel’s voice echoed in my head long after she left. “Be cautious, Emery. If you dig too deep, you may find something you can't unsee.” I stood frozen in the dimly lit hallway, staring at the cold blue light of my phone screen until it faded. Until it was just me and the pounding in my chest. Because I had seen something. Maybe be all of it . MAY not clearly. But something inside Killian was cracking, and I could feel it in every glance, every word left unspoken. The man behind the curtain wasn’t just ruthless. He was tormented.

There was a plate attached to it with the words Supervisor carved on it in bold letters. Getting to it, I tapped lightly. A deep voice replied from the inside telling me to go in. I opened the door to see a man behind a desk. He was wearing a grey suit. His skin was a light chocolate and he was spotting a low cut. A wide line of perfectly shaped beards framed his jaw. When he raised his head, his lips were a light pink. It didn't take time to know he's a black. A very good looking one at that. "Good morning. I'm Kristen Morgan. I applied for an internship here and was accepted".

Lifting his head, he sniffed the air before discarding his underwear and shifting. Merlin was standing on the balcony of her room, watching the rain clouds moving restlessly across the sky when she spotted the gray wolf emerge from the forest. Even from a distance, he was massive, his muscles rippling under his thick fur coat and his yellow eyes, distinctively bright in the semi-darkness of the impending storm. The longer she stared at him, the more she felt his eyes looking directly at her even though she was sure that couldn't be possible at this distance.

His hands clenched tightly behind him. Colfre swallowed the lump on his throat as he looks at the queen's eyes. "I want to be the strategist of this war, to bring victory back and offer it to Hymir, Your Majesty." Morrigan paced back and forth again. Scoffing on Colfre's reason to set out of war. It may be important for Hymir to have someone with great knowledge in the art of war to be their strategist and it was obvious that Colfre would be a fitting official to undertake this job. But she cannot let him go with his condition still not getting better. "We are not short of strategist, Colfre. You don't have to set out of war." Morrigan's voice weakens as she sees how Colfre could not look st

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema