Merlin Percival Novels & Stories

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

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

"As much as I'd love to stay with you.... I think Demetre and I have a lot to talk about and smooth over even before we arrive at Valeria." "Besides," Demetre threw in as his muscles relaxed at smy affirmation, "We can't risk your exposure." "And why is that?" I asked, Alex also shifting his attention fully onto Demetre. Demetre nodded at Zach and then locked his gaze with mine, "He's the great Merlin. Everyone assumes that he is dead.... after the prophecy was said, any suspicions they have will be confirmed that Merlin is back and you're the girl that brought him back." "I'm well aware of that," Zach replied, and continued, "I was merely checking to make sure Arianna and you will be cordia

Her apron had chalk symbols drawn on it like some kind of kindergarten wizard cosplay. “Oops! My fault,” she said brightly. "You’ve got those, 'I work for dark Lord eyes. Easy to miss.” I stared at her. “Are you okay?” “Oh, no. I was cursed with charisma and boundless energy. But I manage.” She winked and shoved a cookie in my hand. “You’re new. You smell like new.” “Thanks? I think?” She extended a hand. “Name’s Merlin.” “Like the wizard?” “Exactly like the wizard. But with better tea.”

She scowls at him, “I don’t get a Selenoch for betraying my kin, turning my back on you, or betraying these people by being their friend. Forced or otherwise. No.” he takes her hand, turning it palm down. She sighs as he pops the cork off the end of the tube with a thumb and places the open end against her palm. The slug quickly swims up to her hand and disappears into the flesh. Merlin takes the tube back, putting the cork back in it and popping the tube back into a pocket.

"HA HA HA HA! Is this it? Is this my destiny? After everything I've went through, after everything I sacrificed, is this the end? Is this the karma for all the people that I've murdered? Is this the end of my journey you ******* Gods! Even if I die here, even if need to exchange my soul to the devil, I will still avenge my people . I will kill Merlin and the rest of the Kingdom!" The maiden was shocked after she heard the name Merlin. It was a name familiar to her, a name that is important for her, a name that is very important for her revenge. Merlin is actually related to Morgana the traitor of humanity. Morgana was originally the Sage of the Kingdom of Alvarez, she is Merlin's sister. But

He grabbed Levi the Envious’ collar and shook the latter to get the answer he wanted. No. The truth was Merlin already knew. After all, he was the strongest necromancer that ever lived. But he wanted it to be wrong. “Say it,” said Merlin. “I said, say it!” Veins protruded around his neck from the scream of denial. The sight of Levi the Envious, who he had known to be a cherry fucker, looking down to avoid his gaze sent him on edge. Merlin raised his right fist with an intention to pummel the answer out from Levi the Envious when a calloused hand met his fist instead before it could touch Levi the Envious’ nose.

It shocked the old pup, but he obeyed his master regardless. Merlin was quiet in the beginning of the trek, until he asked me about what Kevin had told me in regards to him. I told him that he told everything that he knew about the warlock. About Camelot, Gaius, Kilgharrah, Guinevere, Mordred, the priestess, Zephyr, and above all, Arthur. We walked in silence for quite a bit before he told me more about himself. Things he hadn’t told anyone before.

"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