Merlin Swords Novels & Stories

It was a white mithril sword, around seventy centimeters long. Livi slumped and looked disappointed when she saw the price tag of that sword. She made an expression like a child who failed to get a toy. Moreover, why was she the one displaying such an expression when she was the one who brought me here? Shouldn't she have known that weapons here would be expensive?

I asked. “Oh, yes! That’s the Herlin. It’s a sword that can get heavier. Jace could make it as heavy as a whole planet and he could also make it as light as air. So I urge you to be careful with him. After all, I designed and named those swords myself,” Gertrude giggled.

He fought the overpowering urge to summon his dragon and hail down fire and brimstone upon Lord Orc and his kind, destroying every single one of them savages. “Good d-day, my dist-tinguis-shed k-kings.” The globin welcomed, sauntering to the front of the cave, his eyes round with mischief. “Today-y, we h-have some rare, m-magical relics for the p-possessions of kings.” A boisterous cheer and applause resounded and the goblin giggled, his head stiff to his neck. “B-bring in the first item-m.” He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword.

I want to be the first person you see when that happens. Me : Why? Reece : I'm your mate. It'll be great feeling your wolf for the first time. I want to experience it with you. Me : That's not a good idea. Reece : Oh but it is, little wolf. Come on, say yes. Me : No Reece : You're hurting me Morgana. Me : I have a boyfriend. Reece : I don't acknowledge that fact. Talk about being stubborn. I'm going to get my wolf senses for the first time and I don't think it's a good idea to be around him when that happens.

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.

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Then both the scroll and key merged into the glowing light. Something strange immediately happened. Crack! A loud sound echoed across the platform. A long crack suddenly spread open at the center of the floor. Ancient pressure surged outward from within. Then— A streak of silver light shot out rapidly. Merlin raised his hand calmly and caught it effortlessly. The light slowly faded. Revealing a sword. It looked simple at first glance. Not overly flashy. Yet the pressure and aura emitted from it instantly told everyone that the weapon was anything but ordinary.

“I know, those eyes were undeniable proof. Merlin, after tomorrow the rest will be up to you.” Rainer awoke once more inside of the pink liquid chamber. His first sight being Merlin, who had his face pressed up against the chamber’s glass. He was dressed in pure white mage robes, with a hood over his head, he was just as tall as Rainer and was wearing a sword on his left waist. The red and gold scabbard caught Rainer’s eye, mainly the intricate wave-like design.

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?”