Merlin Percival Novels & Stories

I spat. When he returned my gaze, his eyes were bloodshot. He crumpled the plastic cup in his hand and slowly walked towards me but stopped when someone put an arm around my shoulders. “Problem?” I raised an eyebrow at Percival, who was sitting next to me. “Percival, bro!” His expression immediately shifts from angry to worried. “Percival, bro?” Percival chuckled sarcastically, “Dude, fuck off.” The man raised both of his hands and slowly backed away. He ran down the stairs. Percival and I were left in a slightly dark hallway.

The Warlock brought his hand down and placed it between the unconscious girl's legs, letting his blood coat the folds of her sex. ‘Dear Goddess, NO!’ Asher cursed inwardly as his stomach lurched with nausea as he watched the man in red collect his blood on his fingers and push them inside her. ‘With my blood Mixed with yours, You will obey There is no cure I take now What belongs to me With my body using yours To set me free. I am Merlin The Greatest of all I use this vile act To heed the call My soul is lost It's black and dead Take now my seed There is no more to be said’

Even his laugh was malicious. “Wicked!!!” Silver said. “I'm not wicked, I'm Merlin, hi-hi-hi, a potion master and a headmaster, hi-hi-hi.” “So old man—” “I'm not old, hi-hi-hi,” Merlin snapped. “On the contrary, I'm 210 years or more. I forget. See how young I'm, hi-hi-hi.” Merlin replied with his left hand on his chest. Silver decided it was best to ignore Merlin. He looked around the market area. There were not many people here, but those who were here had stars in there eyes. Not many people dabbled in the arts of potions.

Percival's face turned serious as his eyes darted toward Cadmus. "Wow, you love her so much that you don't mind that she's infertile. That is so touching," Minty said with a fake smile on her face. My shoulders dropped when I recalled how broken I felt when I thought it was true. When I feared that I could never have a child. I remember drinking with Percival once during those times. I wonder if he remembers. Percival glanced at me before his face turned cold. "That information was never confirmed, and it did not originate from a credible source. You shouldn't believe rumors or gossip immediately, Mrs. Salazar; people may think you're easily fooled," Percival stated coldly. He kept a straigh

Because deep down, I already suspected the answer. “And Merlin?” I asked. There was no anger in my voice—only a quiet despair. A hope I wasn’t yet ready to let go of. Roi hesitated. “Merlin… she never existed, Devin. You still don't get it..” “No. That can’t be true.” “She was the most advanced simulation architect in the entire program. And the one closest to you. Maybe… too close. That’s why you became the deepest subject. The hardest to retrieve.”

Edeline Percival turned to look at Conor, fury building in his eyes, and I could feel it through the bond—burning hot, a fire that flowed through my veins like liquid rage. “Did you kiss my mate?” Percival’s voice was deathly low, his head slowly turning toward Conor. “Percival, please stay calm,” William warned, but Percival wasn’t hearing it. He wasn’t Alpha Percival anymore—he was Alpha X, and I could see it now.

She left a cruel letter claiming she looked down on him and telling him not to reach beyond his station. She also used the Divine Patching Technique to steal what little primordial masculine essence he possessed. Percival fell gravely ill, deliriously crying out Cordelia's name and demanding to know why she had treated him so cruelly. As the Third Prince's second son, Percival was greatly valued by his father. Though he lacked cultivation talent, the royal family had cultivators among them. Through their relatives, they demanded that Cordelia explain herself. Hearing this news naturally shocked and devastated Cordelia. She personally descended to the mortal realm with pills she had refined h

"That's not a name in my family." "Not one you know of," Merlin said. "I'll keep digging. Quietly. If Mercer's still got friends watching the server logs, I don't want him knowing we're looking." The call ended, and the study fell silent again, the kind of silence that had weight to it now, thick with two initials that meant nothing yet and everything eventually.

His nervousness was almost tangible, making my unease grow. “So, there’s a missing warrior?” I asked, sensing from his expression that this person was important. My heart sank as I braced myself for bad news. “Your sister, dude,” Percival said quietly, as if regretting it the moment he spoke. I shifted my gaze from Jeremiah’s focused hands to Percival. My anger flared, a hot surge that felt like my blood was boiling. “Hey, Margo?” I repeated, my voice tight with growing panic. “There’s no one around; there’s no smell,” Percival said, his gaze distant, staring at the floor as if it stretched on endlessly. “There’s nothing left behind.” His words hit me hard, adding to the chaos in my mind.

The door opened, and Percival's face - pale as death - came into view. He got out wearing a dark shirt and pants, his obsidian eyes fixed on Eulalia. Eulalia's expression darkened. How dare Percival show his face here! Thinking of everything that had happened, Eulalia clenched her fist. Her nails dug into her palm, but she felt nothing. Overwhelmed by hatred she could barely control, she could only press her lips together and force a stiff smile, pretending nothing was wrong. Percival hadn't brought an umbrella. He stepped straight into the rain after getting out of the car. His black pupils were fathomless, filled with obsession, longing, the joy of regaining something lost, and the illusio