Merlin Swords Novels & Stories

My stomach twisted violently. He straightened and addressed the pack. “In Wolves-Heaven, justice is the same for all. Even the Luna’s family. Even the Luna herself.” The crowd waited, silent, tense, breathless. Then, with a smile colder than winter, Merrin said: “Bring forth my battle sword.” I couldn’t breathe. What was this demon of a man trying to do to me? Didn’t he say it was a test and that I passed? So what did he need his war sword for?

It's barely bright enough to light up the palm I hold it in, but it's there, a steady golden light that looks like it's pulsing against my palm. A whisper loud enough that I can hear it rings through the clearing. "Heir of the Golden Blood." Merlin looks and sounds both awed and scared. The killing intent she was bearing a while ago seems to have evaporated totally and all I can do is look from her to my pendant in confusion. "What?" Merlin steps back and drops to one knee.

She cries silently, Merlin tries to hold her other hand, but she wriggles her hand free of him. “I am truly sorry, for everything I’ve put you through. If I’d had any say, I would not have done this. Any of it.” Ash nods and Kai moves to the bed with the children on as Merlin turns to inspect them. He pulls out a wand from a pocket which grows as he holds it into a long wooden staff, it was solid looking but also appears ancient, with a cluster of pale-green crystals fused into the top of it. He waves it in a circle, and a swirl of sparks flies from the crystal.

It was clear right from day one that Sierra isn't as welcoming as Angela, which didn't really bother me as I also didn't want to be part of the family; sooner or later I would be leaving. I walked to the watch section, my eyes falling on a particular black sleeve rolex. For some reason, the watch reminded me of Sage. It is a masterpiece that would suit his wrist, and part of me wanted it for him but couldn't afford it. Besides, he has like a dozen or so collections that I'm sure he has never used. "You like it?" Sierra's voice came in, snapping me out of my thoughts. My lips drew back together. I only stared at her briefly before shaking my head, the air suddenly filling up with silence.

’ She placed an amulet around each of their necks, 'They are cut from metal found only in the ancient tin mines of Cornwall, in England. It is created with the magic of the greatest Warlock who ever lived. They are touched by Merlin and will help protect you against them, your little hybrid is his direct descendant, if you can somehow invoke his magic through her, they will never defeat her.’

Daggers, axes, swords lay on the counters and occupied all the walls. “You have come exactly to the right place,” the merchant quickly chattered, taking a trained look at the buyer’s clothes and determining his ability to pay. “Look here, I have the best swords here. I hope you can appreciate my product. There was a large selection, but my eyes immediately landed on the sword hanging a little apart from the others - closer to the corner where direct sunlight from the window did not fall. The blade was narrow, strongly pointed at the end, long, but not bulky. Silver strips showed through the steel, molded into the weapon along its entire length. Yes, it is not made of pure silver, but there w

Unlike what happened to Talia’s summoning that derived from the energy of the Heaven and Earth, tiny water droplets ascended from the vast sea. Countless water droplets surrounded the floating Merlin like a sphere. The moment Merlin’s incantation stopped, he opened his eyes, and all the stagnant water droplets flew toward Merlin in the blink of an eye. Before the water droplets could touch Merlin, the water droplets congealed. Within a few seconds, it started to take shape and transformed into a scepter. Unlike Talia’s scepter which was golden in caller, Merlin’s scepter was black which was embedded with rubies from the tip to the head of the scepter that was diamond in shape.

The Knight scowled refusing to accept Merlin's words and drew a small razor-sharp knife from his boot, ‘Very well Warlock I see it has come to this. You will never let me claim what is rightfully mine, I can understand that, I'm guessing you do not want to give me the power that is rightfully mine.‘ He raised the knife and the darkness around them intensified, ‘That would be a very foolish thing to do Mordred.’ He looked up as Morgana approached him,

But Luna's unwavering determination never wavered, and they pressed on. Suddenly, they came upon a massive chamber, its walls adorned with intricate symbols and ancient markings. In the center of the room, atop a stone pedestal, lay a majestic sword, pulsating with raw energy. Luna's eyes widened with recognition. "The Sword of Light," she whispered. "Legend has it that this ancient artifact has the power to banish darkness." Amelia approached the sword cautiously, her hands trembling with anticipation. As she reached out to touch it, the room rumbled once more, causing debris to fall around them.

Alister asked and stood up, he drew his sword and placed it next to the other sword on the table "Read its name..." Danté squinted at its Celtic encryption "Dragonsbane" "Does that name ring a bell to you?" "No?" "They are the swords of our forefathers, this belonged to Sir Lancelot, a knight of the round table" Danté chuckled "A Knight of Arthur? Did you steal this then?" "Did you steal yours?" "It was handed to me by the cross!"