Merlin Kings Novels & Stories

I sighed and popped in one of the empty seats and watched them closely. "Hmm" I cleared my throat loudly and the arguments downed as they turned looked at me. "The Rouge King" I started, spitting at the word King. "And this witch, Mlika," I added them glance at Hilda but she ignored my eyes. "Has been terrorizing our packs and covens, killing our elders and children like nothing but this has to stop!" I said banging my hand on the table and the elders all nodded. "I have the warriors and you have the spells. Together, we can track them and bring them down before any more harm is done. But, we need to work fast" I said and they roared in agreement.

In their hearts, all the Stormbringer Mercenaries wondered how the f*ck was Jermaine just a general in Regal Palace?! This guy could push their leader to this extent, and what’s more, there were seventeen other generals who were on the same level as Jermaine. Including the Five Kings and Tyr Summers, the Palace Master, how overly powered was this group? Panicking, one of the mercenaries looked at another mercenary and asked, “Is our leader even able to defeat this Jermaine guy?”

In the end, you decide to hear him out. Letting go of Yvon's arm, you bring your hands up and cross them over your chest while giving Dyan a hard stare. The latter throws his hand towards the direction of the man who bit your neck first and says. "That's Prince Aziel Basileus." Next, he gestures towards the man with dimples. "Lionell Draziw, the greatest wizard in the realm. Yvon, and I'm Dyan. The reason why we brought you here is because we think you're in grave danger."

Why were there only four kingdoms? "There's one more thing Your Majesty should keep in mind," Theo continued. "The Merfolk are the enemy of every other race." Anna is confused. "Why?" She tilted her head. "Why are the Merfolk the enemy of everyone?"

Her breath catches between sobs. Arthur, completely out of touch with the situation asks, “How is this possible?” “Really?” I toss my braids over my shoulder as I turn to face him, forgetting everything I said earlier about keeping my mouth shut. “You can't figure this out? YOU ARE KING ARTHUR, like THE KING ARTHUR, like the SWORD IN THE STONE and EXCALIBUR. For fucks sake, dude, your name is ARTHUR DRAKE! Drake as in “dragon” as in “The Pendragon.” Camelot and all that jazz.” I wave my arms frantically from Devona to Faye. “She’s telling you that the court of King Arthur is real, that Faye is your sister, again. And this crazy lady here with the spiffy jacket, she isn’t just a Merlin, she’s

Melissa Alejandra King lived the life of an assassin amongst the Valshier pack, she was known to be the strongest and dangerous fighter and had the aura of an ALPHA. Micage Alexander King lived his life amongst the humans as a protector and unknown to him, he was protected was a trusted warrior of Queen Ivory, he was ruler over every human. A KING in the eyes of the many. Devaro Allen King born from Alovia and Alexander, an illegitimate child to the throne, he would do anything to get the throne even if it means killing his siblings. A fight for the title of the Alpha king, siblings fight and the creation of monsters. Who will be given the title of the Alpha King?.

“Aislen means dreamer, and Morgana great circle. You are witch-trained, but not a witch.” Aislen narrowed her eyes at him. “Ten minutes is up, Aaron.” “Morgana, give me a f-king chance,” he replied. “Mother of blood and wolf is pretty self-explanatory, considering your mates, who are four kings,” he pulled a slight face at that. “Of a sort.”

I can feel the heat of his anger rising inside him and therefore me. “Yes, that is so,” he says. “And how, may I ask, did you vote, my King?” Merellien asks. Now, Prince Ehlark turns to look at Merellien. “You are not a royal. It is a royal conclave. Non-royals are not allowed,” he says arrogantly. “Fry him,” Merellien snarls. I don’t hesitate. I open my mouth and burn Prince Ehlark alive while King Folwin screams, trying to get past my fire to his son.

] [Yes] [And where is he? The merman didn't reply. Instead he grinned at her, his teeth flashing briefly, and Serena suddenly realized it. He was the Mer king!. The king of the mer creatures. But he was so young. He looked to be around his early twenties and he didn't act aloof and important like most kings would do. [It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, chosen one. I am King Sozai, and you have arrived at the place you seek]. Serena looked away from his eyes and in the distance, through the swirling dark waters, she could see a large castle glittering brightly.

“I want to see more from you.” Merlin, who was sitting atop railings, was not wearing his usual purple-colored robe. Instead, he was wearing a simple white button-up shirt and pants paired with house slippers. He looked pretty decent for Cent who was used to him wearing his tattered robe as if it was already his second skin.