Merlin Lancelot Novels & Stories

They all have god-like features, like the moon goddess took an extra day to make them. “You’re pretty,” he says casually as he pulls away, like he is talking about the weather. “So, you won’t get mad when I tell you not to get all hung up on Darian.” “Why?” “He is the Lycan Prince. He has duties that he has to fulfil.” Adrian pulls himself off the wall. “And he is the coldest McAlister. All he knows how to do is ruin everything in his path.”

Lancelot stood there quietly, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion on his face as he silently chanted a spell in his mouth. Damien was confused. His eyes were hollow, and he looked dull and unenergetic. Damien stepped forward and slowly walked toward the pond after hearing the spell. After a few seconds, Damien was utterly submerged in the pool water. The powder Lancelot used was a special psychedelic drug. After someone inhaled it, they would lose consciousness, and then their body would go out of control. "Interesting!" Lancelot kept a straight face and mumbled to himself, "Damien would rather die than tell me about Darryl's background. It seems like Darryl is extraordinary, indeed

Merlin’s body glowed white, and her eyes went from green to white, as she held out her hand and a sphere of white light formed in her palm. Gilbert sensed the change in the air and stopped, his eyes fixed on Merlin as she floated down in front of him, her feet gently landing on the ground in front of him. He saw the light sphere in her hand, just as it hurtled toward him, striking him square in the chest and sending him flying halfway across the field, into the trees. He landed in the undergrowth, dazed and breathless, his heart thundering inside his ribcage. He saw her, coming across the field, and he quickly got to his feet and rushed out to meet her.

he knelt on one knee and bowed his head in greetings before the alpha king. "You have a new job"Regaleon said to Lancelot."I'm humbly at your service, supreme alpha king"Lancelot replied. "From today onwards,you will protect princess Adronika Arrington of Cavern Kingdom,she is my woman now"Regaleon said to him and he bowed his head. "Your wish is my command,"Lancelot replied. "That's not your only job though"Regaleon cut in and Lancelot looked up and their gaze met.

"Oh, you don't need to act like a hero to save me, Lancelot. Trust me, I don't fit for the heroine role so don't sacrifice yourself for my sake." Lancelot smirked. "Who says I will sacrifice myself for your sake? I will face them because I know that I can defeat them with no sweat. If you must know, I was trained by the magical healer himself at a very young age. He started training me at the age of five and Father wasn't really the type of trained who will go gentle in you, not even to his own child. Do you know about his dragon? I defeated him alone." My lips fell open. He defeated that dragon alone? The dragon who Demitri and the other princes fought with so much struggle before they had

He looked pretty decent for Cent who was used to him wearing his tattered robe as if it was already his second skin. He scratched his hair that was blown by the strong wind that whipped the House of Lamentation all year long. “That’s a pretty hard request.” He jumped from the railing and closed the distance between them. Merlin looked down at her, the silver lining of his red iris gleamed like stars tucked inside his smiling orbs. “But I will do it still. And I am far too deep to withdraw.”

Her laughter was a deadly sound, ‘Killian, you have just met the Great Warlock, Merlin, and England’s greatest King, Arthur Pendragon and yet you still question the existence of Avalon?’ He looked into her hypnotic purple eyes, ‘Very well, where do I find this Avalon?’ He demanded from her and she sighed softly, ‘Killian, this is powerful magic. You cannot ..’ He interruputed her with a dismissive wave of his hand, ‘Don’t lecture me on what I can and cannot do. Where is this Avalon Magenta and how the fuck do I get her there?’

Once again, I was led down the flaring stairs to the heavy double front doors leading outside the palace. As we crossed the foyer, I realized my heart was racing at twice its normal speed. The doors swung open from outside with a heavy, drawn-out creak, and I faced my terror, everything else around me fading away. In the centre of the courtyard, directly opposite the palace's main entrance, stood Malik Wolfe, the Lycan King, the King of Kings. The monster from my nightmare.

Mari's face was as red as a rose as she struggled with her words. “ Yes mi lady." Lancelot replied dropping the little basin of water he used in cleaning up his face. “ I will join the other maids then." Without waiting for his response Mari bolt off, before she further embarrass herself in his presence. <><><><> Inside the chariot, prince Arthur stared down at his best friend and most trusted aid kneeling in front of him with disappointment written all over his face. No matter how much he thought about it he still couldn't believe Lancelot could betray this way.

According to legend, Excalibur was no ordinary sword; it was a weapon of profound magic and unmatched strength, symbolizing the divine right to rule. The story went that Arthur, a young and rightful heir to the throne of Britain, was guided by the wizard Merlin, who helped him come to his destiny. Some versions of the story suggest that Merlin led Arthur to the Lady of the Lake, while in others, she appeared to him independently, acknowledging his worth.