Merlin Swords Novels & Stories

Madhi chuckles "I still don't understand why a tender-hearted lady will have this peculiar interest" Tamizh rolls her eyes and scoffs "You might be surprised to see me in action". Madhi grins "No thanks. I might get killed by certain someone's immature skills". Tamizh smirks and opens her bag. She takes out a long sword which is shining in the faint sunlight and asks smugly "Do you wanna try holding it?" Madhi's eyes shown a mysterious glint but she shakes her head with no idea of it "We are getting late" and takes out a Violin from her bag.

*Then Merlin started talking* the good news is we're going on a trip. *And then taso suddenly stands up and said* Merlin, what kind of trip is it? *Then sum, of the students softly said to each other that taso is disrespectful* AHM! *Merlin, suddenly, starts coughing and then he said* were going on a field trip, and we're going to the imperial sword academy. *Then all the students suddenly shout and said* Yes, It's time for training!

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

Demetre stared desperately at Merlin, who leaned down and picked up the wooden stake Clitus had used to stab her. "It's one of those poisoned daggers," Merlin said gravely, as the wooden stake was dipped in the solution of wolfsbane and silver potion, clearly used to kill her. Demetrius shook his head in denial, his arms around Arianna tightening, "No, it can't be. I can't lose her." Merlin's eyes fell on his mate, "This can't be true." Demetrius shook his head, "No, this can't be. You can't die."

"A goddess, nonetheless. I am unfamiliar with this Merlin. If you could please provide us with a brief history, we will be better able to determine if we can assist in whatever capacity you require." Ari nodded. "Merlin was a wizard of some repute. He once aided kings before our times progressed beyond their system of rule. Legend says that he is the bastard child of a demon and noble woman. He's immensely powerful, able to shape-shift, change perceptions of reality, and control the elements." I looked up at my grandmother, my mouth hanging open. "And you think I can beat him by myself?"

The entire sword was engulfed in flames, flames that burned with the same three hues. This was one of the legendary relics of the ancient, the Sword of the Vermillion Bird. A weapon of immense power that could vanquish all that is evil. It was a weapon comparable with the Autumn Water, if not better, although it has been forgotten after so many years and no one thought of including it into the ranks of the most powerful weapons in the lands.

The presence of this man was Camelot itself! Asherah was not perturbed by the strong energy that assaulted her senses, neither was she daunted by the power of the two holy blades. Durandal the Demon Slaying Sword, and Caliburn the Monarch’s Right Hand; these two blades were indeed frightful existences, but so was she.