Merlin Percival Novels & Stories

That's why he came, he wanted to humiliate me and at the same time, realize that I still die for him, that even though I'm dying of pain, I had the small hope that he would ask me to come back, that everything he said was out of fear. Right now, I have to leave this hotel. How did I not realize? The damn owner of all this is Adal. It's clear, I understand everything, and there's no luck in getting this job, no. He realized it the moment my data entered the system. Adal Müller's wife! What a huge disgrace. In one way or another, I have to call Lucero and warn her. She needs to know that Adal...yes, Adal. I slowly open my eyes and panic as the memories come flooding back. I try to scream, but

Even if I didn’t know it before, there was always a bit of Kay in Embyr. Since regaining my sanity and coming into this company of knights, Merlin has been training me in how to access the powers that have always been there, waiting. Even so, it did not fully prepare me for what I intend to do. I was warned to never pull too strongly from Avalon itself, so it is only the faintest thread that I unravel from the ground beneath my feet, letting it warm me, becoming a part of who I am as I integrate it into my own spirit to fuel my work.

She didn’t believe it one bit but Rowan stated it was impossible to calm him during his manic episode. “Perhaps Percival can answer our questions, he is wise and has an uncanny sense of knowing things before you tell him. Some say he is a seer… I just think he’s old, heard the local pack gossip and is very perceptive,” Rowan smiled, his eyes twinkling in amusement but it melted away as he became serious. “But he’s never been wrong.” Alicia's lips tugged up into a soft smile after watching Rowan’s. There was a warmth in his eyes she hadn’t seen when speaking about others. There had only been that time he spoke about Rachel, the Omega who raised him. So Percival was someone important to him.

The little girl’s eyes were wide, her small hand gripping Diana’s fingers tightly. “Merlin…” she whispered, her voice uncertain. Kelvin, on the other hand, had gone quiet, his eyes darting between the adults, sensing the tension even if he didn’t fully understand it. Diana didn’t look at either child. Her eyes were fixed on Merlin. “A mistake?” she repeated slowly, picking up on his earlier words. “You’re saying this is a mistake?” Merlin ran a hand through his hair, frustration creeping into his movements. “I didn’t say that,” he replied, his voice low. “I just... this is complicated.”

Merlin turned towards the voice, but not before muttering to Zeke under her breath, "Don't shift until I say" Zeke hid his surprise as he looked toward the embankment, keeping his expression neutral as the boat bumped against the pier and stilled. He moved to Merlin and helped her out of the boat, keeping his hand on her back. She started walking towards the three figures at the end of the pier, leaving him with no choice but to follow her. "What do you want?", Merlin asked, coming to stop three feet or so from the necromancer and his witches. "I want only what is mine"

'Forget it,' Tristan brushed that strange memory off his mind. "That child, Percival, is a friend of yours, if I am not mistaken. He unluckily faced Albrecht's rage that was supposed to be directed to Laudermann and lost the fight. But truth be told, he seem to be more suited for battle than you." Serina's words, as always, never failed to drag him down to the state of inferiority complex indulgence. "Thanks for complimenting my friend, he'd jump out of joy if he hear that from you," he responded in a sarcastic manner.

Although Minerva didn't know that much about those who were in the Toen Empire, she had read in the books about this Percival Montmorency who was also known as Chancellor Percy. Percival Montmorency was a commoner slave that was been rescued by Uncle Khalil. Since he had been seen as a potential swordmaster, the now Marquis Penthievre, which was Aunt Leticia's blood brother, trained Percy. Who would've known that Percy was such a genius that he became a Swordmaster just at the age of fifteen? Everyone knew that a Swordmaster was equivalent to an Archmage. Therefore, Percy's position in the Toen unexpectedly went into a turn that even the former Emperor, her mother, and Uncle Khalil's father,

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

She said confidently. “You know, I believed you. I did believe that you loved my son, I gave you a chance to prove it to me. I guess I fell for one of your deceitful traps again.” What a joke. “I fell in love with him. Not the target, not the hybrid. Arthur. The boy who carries too much and still tries to stand between everyone he loves and the dark. I love him enough that I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep lying to him.” She claims.

Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.” “Pleasure miss, my pa is about to compete in the sword play. We just moved here from Wales, my name is Percival but everyone just calls me Percy.” Shaking his hand as her da taught her to, not too firm but not soft and flimsy either… she caught herself gazing into his gorgeous eyes, they were the brightest blue she’d ever seen, and her ma’s eyes were pretty spectacularly blue as well. Then the spell was broken with the clanging of metal and the entertainment had begun.