Merlin Emrys Novels & Stories

Inside was a velvet-wrapped ledger bound in faded red leather. The Ember Grimoire. It was a chronicle—half memoir, half confession—written in delicate script by Eleanor Montrose. Isabelle’s missing ancestor. “The flame is a memory. A power buried in blood and bone. The Keepers are not chosen,they are awakened. And the price of awakening is always a life.” Isabelle’s heart pounded. She turned the pages faster, until a symbol caught her eye: the intertwined keys. And below it, scrawled in desperate ink:

Emma introduced mockingly. Meanwhile.. The organization is in complete chaos. Two messages came to them from Golden pack. Deric corps and a intro about Ryan Gold and not Ryan Lucien Bold they all know him to be. Adrian is without his mask has he go through the information conveyed to him through Allen. Aside from discovering that he as few trained Army yesterday. Now they are getting to know he is out for revenge. “Rose is his sister？”Jerome asked Remembering the only girl the organization ever trained who had the perfect assassin skills compare to none.

This swine told you that? "She's definitely delusional." "I would never send her to a horrid place like the isle of thorns." She snickered. "She's right your majesty, my mom would never do that, she's the nicest being on earth, with a heart of gold." Amelia said in her mother's defense. Her face had turned pale when she saw me in Derrick's arms. "Our queen is a wonderful person your majesty." "Gwen is a known liar, our queen would never send her on such a dangerous quest." Morgana who had been static all along chipped in. "I read minds too." Derrick reminded them. They all turned pale with fear. "Consider this a warning, don't touch a hair on Gwen's head." He warned the flustered wolves.

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.

“You know it's against the rules for me to share that information and besides, the person you are asking about is a highly confidential personality that is kept hidden from the entire coven.” I held her hand. “Morgaine, please. I promise I won't tell anyone.” Morgaine hesitated. “She didn't send a witch but a wizard. One of her most trusted." "Who?" "He is the Crown Prince of Meridara, Ryan Dawson.”

Stuff like this, could not go by him without being noticed. "Jerry! How do you think I've kept my position as second in command all this while? Do you think it's just because I'm friends with Damien I would be able to remain in my position till now. No! I would have been eaten alive by the wolves who coveted my position. The reason I'm able to stand firmly before you is that I sharpened my skills and honed my ability to discern truth from lies. So, I'll ask you once again, Who sent those letters Jerry?" Alex started with an aura that sent chills down Jerry's spine. "Its... Its Miss Ariel !" Jerry finally confessed. "What? Which Ariel ? The same one who is on the enemy's side? What the hell i

he demanded. “She disrespected me!” I snarled, but he took a step toward me, and I instinctively took a step back. The truth was that of all the lycans, Emrys scared me the most. He was the devil dressed like an angel, and I had seen him kill tens of rogues in under three minutes, all while wearing his usual gentle smile. He had never liked me and often looked at me as if saying, "I'll kill this bitch once Kennis is over her." Like Kennis, he had fallen under Diara's spell. Just how many men did she have under her control? “I… I’m sorry,” I stuttered as his aura began to suffocate me and make my wolf whimper. How was the brat not affected? He looked at the child in his arms, silently orderin

That I need his body on top of mine. Trying to shake out the thoughts of him bending me over the chair and fucking me into oblivion. I straightened myself up quickly, shooting daggers now and mind-link back to Mister Dark and sexy over there. 'Keep dreaming!' 'Plan on it,' Declan winks at me. I don't like him playing with my head. I'm not one of his one-offs and never will be. I'm Emerald, his best friend, someone he loves. He can't do something like that to me.

I’m suddenly finding myself in the packhouse right outside of Wesely’s room. He sneers angrily at me. “You are weak, and have no place in this pack much less as my Luna. I, Wesley Steel, future Alpha of the Jade Pack, reject you, Avril West as my mate and Luna.” He shoves me to the ground, stunned. How could this be happening? Wasn’t my mate supposed to love and cherish me? I then see a pair of brown eyes looking at me lovingly. I feel warm. How do I know this color? I can see? I hear a voice. I can help you see. She says. I am Emerald, your wolf. You are special. I gasp in surprise.

The guards replied and Duncan proceeded in questioning them starting with the girl. “Who are you working for?” Duncan asked the girl sternly but she did not answer. Yet her eyes were firm against him. Duncan could tell she wasn't the easy type. But still, Duncan was the lord of this place and they were going to answer to him no matter what. The boy seemed to realise that and so he spoke instead. “My name is Emryn, and I am a necromancer.” Duncan nodded, urging Emryn to continue. Maybe he wouldn't be so tough on them as long as they spoke the truth. There was nothing Duncan hated more than lies.