Merlin Percival Novels & Stories

That makes me very angry, it makes me believe that man is completely inhuman. In my mind, only terrible things come to mind, and because of the love I have for my son, I had no intentions of revenge. I thought it was time to leave everything behind, of course, not having any romantic relationship. "Dolores, that man is not just anyone, do you know who Adal Müller is?" Lucero questions with fear in her eyes. "He's a man who plans every step he takes, he's not one to act on impulse. Do you think he doesn't want to know what happened to her and her baby?"

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"

Lord Percival said excited while his wife sighed in relief. "But first... Take this essence," Lord Percival said assuming a fighting stance as he rolled his hands in the air in a Chinese martial arts way. A bright purple light materialize out of thin air, and he send it flying gently over to me. The purple light dissipated revealing a golden Phoenix's egg. "That is the soul of one of of the fallen Phoenix child. Absorb it before it dissipates," Lord Percival said urgently as he straighten up and gesticulates. 'How am I going to absorb it, I don't even know how to use magic, I am not an Elementalist, ' but I did not voice my thoughts as I stared at the egg that is floating in front of me.

I thought you said you hadn't. "That's what we told Merlin," Percival snorts. "It was easier than admitting that we have tried several times to contain her and failed. Easier than admitting that even after we found her, we were unable to find her hideout. And WAY easier than telling the greatest wizard of all time that her husband is still missing because we just aren't powerful enough to stop her." My blood boils over with rage. "Maybe if the two of you had been honest, we could have come into this more adequately prepared!"

This time, Richard’s eyes didn’t role but a instead a small smile crept onto his face. “This one is a little more interesting. There are many notations that suggest that Merlin was a real person, just not a man. Some sources suggest that Alpha Excalibur had a witch working for him. Most suggest that the witch was imprisoned while others say that it was Excalibur’s lover. It is hard to know which is truth but all agree that even then Eli’s family wanted close connections with magic.” “Do we know anything else about Excalibur previous to his battle with Arthur?”

'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,

I am not always in favor of capital punishment, but if anyone has earned it, it’s certainly Maximus. Dartmoth still has his forehead pressed to the floor. “Is Percy here?” I ask Zeke. “He’s on his way, Your Majesty,” he replies. “He was helping Jerim in the infirmary.” I nod. “Then we will wait.” The minutes tick by, and I can see sweat beading on the back of Dartmoth’s neck. Finally, Percival arrives, another half-fae man named Llewellyn Ashbow walking beside him. “General Ashbow,” I say. “Thank you again for all you did.”

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.