Merlin Kings Novels & Stories

This has always been the wish of all wolf leaders. I've been looking for it all these years, just unexpectedly at Brucer's place. No one knows about its shape or color except the king. Brucer probably doesn't know this either. The following day they threw me back into the training forest. David returned to his usual laziness. Jame looked at me provocatively, Brucer coldly standing next to David. The siren sounded immediately I leaped into the forest. Use the fastest speed to run straight ahead. The wind rushed into the young skin on the surface, deep into the wound which had not yet healed. I turned left and followed the circle, and then turned right. Initially, I thought about going back to

" when do you begin your journey?" "In a week. At Dawn." "You will stay at the castle till then." It wasn't a question "Thank you, your majesty." " Ànemos, please speak to Marietta, she will take care of it." " yes your majesty." "You may both leave." They both bowed their heads briefly and turned to leave, leaving the king alone in his throne room, his heart heavier than he'd ever known it. ****

The razor sharp steel kissed my throat, forcing my head up to look him dead in the eye. The frantic, nervous advisor from the royal sanctuary and throne room was gone. And in his place sat a cold blooded Lycan soldier. This was the man who kept the Monster of the North on his throne. The King’s Watchdog. "Do not mistake the King’s desperation for mercy, girl," Marcus whispered, his voice flat and deadly calm. "The orchid will be ready when we return." "And if it's a trick?" I choked out, feeling the blade nick my skin.

The royal party left the capital at first light, the air crisp and heavy with the scent of pine and distant rain. Hooves thundered against the cobblestone streets as King Lucien led the column on his massive black warhorse, Caelan riding beside him on a silver-maned mare. Behind them rode a small but elite guard, and at the rear — deliberately placed — was Prince Rowan Draven.

‘I can’t wait…’ The gate swings open and my heart leaps as Agnarr steps forward, guiding me along with him. Right at the forefront of the new arrivals is – “Announcing The Alpha of Alphas, King Kian Araqiel of Clair De Lune and his Queen, Morgana Araqiel!”

Her breath hitched as she found him in the room , sitting in the darkness , staring intensly back at her with his pitch black eyes . She knew those black midnight like eyes. She was familiar with them. Those magnetic eyes always snatched her peace. Those eyes belonged to the King of Gadh, Abhimanyu Singh Rathore. Abhimanyu's eyes ! They were speaking so much , more louder than words could speak . She stared Directly into his eyes and tried to understand unspoken words but he again hide his emotions from her and blankness covered his pitch black intense eyes.

Now it makes sense where he gets it from. After the death of his mother, when he was only fifteen, his father remarried twice after that before dying of liver failure at the age of 78, leaving him and his stepmother, stepbrother, and sister. Soon after that, he was crowned king and married Julie Worthington, the Duchess of Marlboro, after years of trying, they had their first son Henry William and then three years later they had Christopher James. In 2015, a new law was passed that once a royal king has reached the age of fifty, the throne has to be passed down to the oldest son. Four years later Henry was crowned and had to marry before his coronation which is set to happen in 4 months' tim

Silvia remembered when the King came to her with Keanna in his arms the night of the rebellion with blood on her. “I’m leaving this lady in your arms, Silvia. She has her heart on her sleeve, you’ll see everything in her eyes.” A man who has never opened his heart to anyone and a woman who embraces her feelings. I will hold her close to my heart, King Neil. She smiled as she made that silent promise. “If my lady says the word, the King will immediately fill the entire room with gold, silver, and treasures.” Keanna was confused for a moment, wondering why the King would do such a thing if she asked.

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the

"My loyalty towards this family drives me to thrive to get work done around this house." "Oh, is that so?" Keisha asked halfheartedly. "Boy, if only the owners were around to actually hear you pledge your allegiance. Mr King Senior is away on business whilst Mr King Junior is probably never coming back to the mansion, so there's that. And you need to stop calling this place a house; it's anything but." Grace placed her hands on her hips. "Don't tell me you have also been initiated into that crew of ungrateful gossiping maids," she voiced accusingly.