Merlin Stories Novels & Stories

Through story, we teach the rules by which we share this world with the brethren. Around the dying coals of the evening fire, we spin tales of naughty children stolen never to return, of the brutal punishment of liars, and of trespassing travellers going astray. Tales teach us to seek out good-witches to tend to sore teeth or to help with difficult births, and diviners to foretell the weather, but to fear sorcerers or sorceresses who prey upon the unwary, sprites who blight the crops, and mermaids who drown sailors.

Once upon a time, a long time ago on the island of Kreg, a boy suddenly appeared inside an earl's castle without any guards noticing.The boy did not speak any known language and dressed in an extremely old-fashioned way, even for the time. With the thought that he was an envoy of the gods or a wizard, Count Walford of Kreg raised him as his own son and named him Nabee de Kreg.After a while Nabee was no different than any other boy, if not for the countless stories he had to tell, and that they became true! The most famous of them is also the only one that was not a prophecy, but only a tale about a distant past. It took place in fields of unimaginable beauty and mountains larger than any on

However, it was always considered a laughing matter. "Your grade is perfect. Is it still less?" wonder Crystall. "What about telling a story? Yesterday, I heard you tell Celine something to broaden her imagination," offer Noel. "Woah. You meant to? You think I bribed the professor to get good grades?" Celine is annoyed. Noel shuddered unconsciously, leaning against his chair, "It's possible." "Well, I'll tell you a story that inspired Celine's painting," Crystall took the book out of her purse and looked one by one at her students, especially Noel, "This story is about a mermaid, and a handsome man who found her in a coral cave."

Elsabet queried, her lips twisted in doubt and voice still rough as she leaned forward. “My Raese Merlinus, or Merlin, as many have called him. Was the mightiest lover I’ve ever known. He stole my heart and has kept it in the palm of his hand ever since. When I close my eyes I can still see his face. When I listen carefully, I hear his voice in my mind. When I yearn for a man’s touch, it’s only his I crave. He’s my everything.” “Yearn for a man’s touch…” Elsabet turned it over like a foreign phrase. “I never thought I’d ‘yearn for a man’s touch’...”

Merlin watched the beautiful Princess pacing the bedroom he could sense her frustration at being incarcerated again, Arthur would be away for a couple of days so he had no choice but to lock her in that room She was not happy, her food remained untouched and her restlessness was unnerving, 'Something was wrong with her.' He thought frowning as he watched then he jumped to his feet as she gave a soft cry and collapsed onto the bed clutching her stomach,

’ The disbelief on his face was very evident, ‘How is that possible’ He had demanded but even as the words left his lips he knew he was being told the truth, in the world he lived in Dragons, Unicorns, Elves and Shifters existed as well as many other ‘Imaginary’ Species long forgotten by humankind. So, of course, Merlin existed as well and as the dreary grey skies of London gave up the fight to contain the heavy rain he wanted to kill the person who had told him he would enjoy being in the ancient city of London.

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.

Ash and Kai step back as a black ichor starts climbing out of her mouth and nose. Merlin holds the crystal to the liquid and it flows into it. It was thick and the tendrils move around, swaying as they find purchase on the crystal and then get sucked inside. Merlin is stroking her head, and still muttering in a language he doesn’t know. She holds his gaze as he continues drawing the ichor out of her. She’s shaking, and her spine drops back to the mattress as the ichor is finally contained in the crystal, which disappears into a pocket of the blue coat.

Merlin, unused to seeing werewolves strip naked to shift, had kept her eyes studiously trained on the book that she had, thankfully, brought with her. When Zeke remained in the mansion to attend to pack business, Merlin passed the time in the library, gathering research on curses and rituals to break them. The library was impressively large with books on nearly every subject, especially werewolves and other supernatural beings and it was here, that Merlin found herself most at ease. Some days, she would be so engrossed in the books that she would forget the time, only emerging when it was evening.

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?”