Merlin From Seven Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

"I want only what is mine" "And what might that be?", she questioned. The necromancer chuckled, a dry, mirthless sound that sent shivers down Merlin’s spine, before he answered. "You" Merlin held his gaze, even as his cold, dead eyes burned into hers and his smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth that reminded her of the alligators he had enchanted. He was ebony carved to perfection, no man had a right to look this good and not especially one as clearly evil as him or perhaps it was because of his darkness. His shaven head was smooth and glistened in the twilight as the sun descended on the horizon. She glimpsed his smooth, hairless chest through his unbuttoned shirt, and briefly wonde

Fairy tales, mythological creatures or witches have become part of human life. They seem to exist and seem real but some of us only think of them as mere fantasies that are scribbled with a pen or spoken by word of mouth to entertain children who are about to go to bed. Remember Morgana Le Fay? The infamous sorceress and enemy of King Arthur and his advisor, Merlin. Or Hansel and Gretel?

Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he’s turned pale. “When they were talking in the courtyard…” He licks his lips. “I heard something I didn’t understand then, but I do now.” “What? What is it?” And does he seriously think we have time to stop and have a conversation right now? The new wave of Silver Hunters is probably already in the main building. They’ll reach the pool house in no time at all, and I don’t have what it takes to defeat that many of them. “It’s an old relic.” Alec grabs my shoulder. “It’s all powerful. If they get their hands on it, nothing can stop them. I thought… I thought it was just a legend, that it wasn’t real.”

I guess twenty five hundred will take me so far and I'll change my name and get a job to survive and pray like hell that my father doesn’t find me. Angelo Benardi, leader of the mafia group Angels of death. The reason why they call themselves angels of death is because they decide when and where you die. I don't think my father would kill me. He loves his family more than anything he goes through so much to protect us with that being said his punishment would hurt like hell that much i know. “What is it that you're thinking about?” I nearly jumped from my skin when I heard the dragon's voice behind me. then it dawned on me that the doors had not yet opened so I leaned forward and pressed the

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.