Merlin Uther Novels & Stories

Worlds don’t like that. CORRECTION IS NECESSARY, the Arbiter insists, but there’s strain now—lag in its recalculations. ENTROPY THRESHOLD— “Let me simplify this for you,” I say, drawing myself up despite trembling legs. “Midnight isn’t broken. It’s alive. You can’t debug a heartbeat.” The Arbiter turns its gaze fully on me. YOU ARE THE FRACTURED INTERFACE. YOUR INSTABILITY— “I know,” I snap. “I’m a mess. But I’m our mess.”

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.”

Arthur placed his sword in its sheath “Whatever the case may be, he will start showing signs any day now. I can’t wait to see what he can actually do, once his body attunes to the natural laws of the universe.” “Well it wasn’t easy setting up that ruse to glitch the randomizer. By the way, you talk about him almost as if he might be stronger than you,” Merlin taunted with a smirk. “He’s half a millenia too young to be able to stand against me. Do me a favor and have Myrddin give my father the report. On that note, I’m going to head to bed as well. Good luck in your matches, Merlin.” “Good luck to those who have to deal with me.”

When Merlin was a little older than I, he went to Camelot to live with his mother’s friend: the court physician, Gaius. That’s where he met the ancient dragon, Kilgharrah, who told him of his destiny. Merlin was meant to help King Arthur unite the kingdom of Albion. By this time, Merlin already knew he had magic, but could only seldom control it. He also hated Arthur and his father, Uther, who would cruelly persecute any and all users of magic.

He stared at it for a long moment, then began to speak, his voice low and steady, like he was reciting a story he had carried for years. “Your great-grandfather, King Uther Blackthorn, was a powerful ruler. Strong. Respected. But he was also a man who fell in love with the wrong woman. Her name was Morgana. She was one of the most powerful white witches of her line. Their affair started in secret. Uther would sneak away from the palace to meet her in the woods. She would summon him with this very pendant — a crystal that glowed when she thought of him. They loved each other fiercely. But Uther was already married. His queen, Isolde, was a jealous and ambitious woman. When she discovered the

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

At the critical moment, Merlin suddenly smashed a teacup on the ground and shouted, “Damn it! If you still want to find out the whereabouts of Vera Lavor and her ring, you’d better stop immediately!” Mr. Chardon’s pupils suddenly shrank, and he halted his actions for a moment. He looked at Merlin in disbelief and blurted out, “W-Who are you? How do you know the name Vera Lavor?! How do you know about her ring? Speak up now! Tell me, how are you related to her?!” Merlin did not expect that the words Charlie taught him would actually be useful. When he saw that the other party had stopped completely, he heaved a sigh of relief and said confidently, “You don’t deserve to know who I am!”

“Please do not shed tears anymore, miss.” Before Maleficent could retort back, Merlin already turned to the next corner—leaving her alone as she tried to reach her arm in his direction to call him. Merlin the wizard. Two hundred twenty years old. Attended Transylvania Academy five years ago. Ability: Necromancy. His innate ability made him the walking bane of the nature wizards. Maleficent still fixated her eyes on the corner where he turned into. The newly resurrected butterfly fluttered before her. Waving her hand, Mimi the butterfly reduced into a pile of ash before she turned to him.

He said with a smile as Uther visibly squirmed. Uther waited for the door to shut before he let out a sigh. “I swear he turns more into our mother every day…” Phillip raised an eyebrow. “What? Oh.” Uther said sitting back in his chair. “You should be thankful you never had to put with her, she was a nightmare, all drama, a lot like my dear wife truth be told.” “Shouldn’t we discuss the Fate Girl?” Jelric asked. “You mean lisa...” phillipnstated.

I started to feel my powers seep out of me. “Accept your mate or you die Arthur Murray…” the voice I believe to be from the witch echoed around me. “Never!” I roared and gnashed my teeth in pain. “Accept your mate or you die..die…die…die…” “Accept your mate or you die, Arthur Murray!!!” “Fuvk, get away from me!” I screamed and fell to the ground, clutching my head in pain. The noise kept banging in my head repeatedly I thought my head would explode.