Novelas y relatos de Merlin Lancelot

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

He was definitely a swordmaster who uses an aura of darkness. It was new for Logan as he never thought there would be a swordmaster in Brendon's raiding force. He scans Black Sword from head to toe, he is a tall, muscular and dark skinned man with bright blue eyes and pitch black hair. " Codename Mickel, I'm a fire mage. I burn down any building in a few seconds and give enemies a sudden attack. My magic is attack but there's a limit on how much I can use my mana," a ginger hair man introduces, shocking everyone present in the meeting hall except Brendon.

utterly handsome. "Sicario." The magician greeted Grandfather. He addressed my grandfather as an equal. So I'm sure the two are about the same age or the man I don't know is older. "Merlin." Grandfather greeted me and I stopped. Merlin? He is the name of a sorcerer in a Mythology that is related to King Arthur. But everybody knows it's just folklore. This man in front of me is just someone who bears the same name as him. But I still can't help but be surprised.

He said it keeps him fit. The man leans forward and says with a sly grin, “Well, you are from Liddicoat, so you still don’t know, but the Lycan king has been traveling for the past two years to search for his Lost Luna. You know, that plain-looking woman with massive magic and insane, god-like skills.” “What woman?” I ask, pretending not to know. “Luna Serra Lore-Dunkerson. Although, she’s Mage Serra now if she’s still alive. You might have difficulty earning the Lycan king’s love if he is still searching for his Lost Luna.”

"Go! I signaled my pilot to fly the girl and the medical team away, and I remained behind to deal with the soldiers. I had already mindlinked my beta and asked him to send the military force in case a war were to begin. I am a Lycan. I am the strongest of all, so killing all those men singlehandedly was a piece of cake for me, but still, I chose to involve my military. I knew sending back the corpses of his men would only humiliate him more because he would be left wondering why his a hundred and something men were defeated by a single person. "What brought you to my kingdom?" I asked as more of the troop trooped closer to me.

While the two of them were chattering, everyone else in the hall was distracted by the commotion at the entrance. Soon, a large group of black-clad men entered the hall and then stood in two rows on either side of the doorway. The huge line-up had instantly garnered the attention of the entire hall. Immediately afterward, a slender yet familiar figure broke into Xyla’s sight. The person in front of her was none other than Christoper Lancelot, as known as Master Lancelot. The man was dressed in a black Armani high-fashion suit with a white dress shirt inside. His outfit was completed by the pair of immaculate black pointed leather shoes on his feet.

That is the height, Mandy closed her eyes, she just wished, Lauren would appear as her knight in shining armor but no, the man is nowhere to be found. "Is it true?" Bennett turned to Sharon. "Isn't it obvious, her face is showing it. Then we should throw..." "Bennett, you wouldn't dare do that." That was some sweet masculine voice but that wasn't Lauren, she turned to see who her knight was since the girls were standing like statues. Right in front of her is the son of Mr Cooper, no other than Merlin. "Are they picking on you?" Merlin asked as she stared at him, the man is handsome, God, where are all these aliens coming from, she managed to shake her head.

“Double Blade Dean!” Lancelot was also a known blade user in the south, so of course, he knew of Dean’s title. “Dean, you’re a top-notch blade user in the south. To assist a tyrant in his deeds, aren’t you afraid that it might taint your name?” said Lancelot. Dean snorted a laugh, impervious to Lancelot’s words. Assisting a tyrant in his deeds? Was Lancelot really trying to use moral coercion at a time like this?

As funny as her feelings for my brother were, he never for once noticed her. My brother Lancelot was one of a kind, something you call a rare find. He was nice, caring, handsome, friendly and every other trait that you can think of that makes a guy a good guy. Above all this, he is my hero. Although we both do not fancy his name much. So we simply accept he answered to Lance. My parents as serious with life as they could be, are actually big fans of the movie Merlin. My mum had once joked about the name Lancelot resonating in her mind for days after she watched the movie.

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