Merlin X Arthur Novels & Stories

Rhea moved silently, her expression unreadable as she studied the shifting light. “Stay close,” Rhea instructed. “Once you step into the altar’s domain, there’s no turning back. The trials are designed to test not just your physical strength, but your will, your heart.” Lia’s chest tightened. **Her heart**. What did that mean? The glowing pulse from the Heart grew brighter still, casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked stone and broken columns that once held sacred significance. The ruins themselves seemed to lean in, the air thick with anticipation. The past, the present, and the future merged in this place—the gateway to a power older than the Empire itself.

Merlin couldn’t fathom why he betrayed Arthur after all he had done for him, but he still couldn’t bring himself to kill him in the hallucination. Instead, he gave Mordred the sword and lowered his head in hopes of meeting Arthur again, and met Arthur he did. He lifted his head after hearing a familiar insult that he had come up with, but a certain supercilious, patronizing, condescending cabbage head turned king had stolen it and even used it in the wrong context. Merlin embraced Arthur and for a long time they just stood there, as if they were communicating telepathically.

one by one, Arthur was easily defeated without difficulty. Arthur, with his bloodshot red eyes, slowly reached out his tongue to lick the drops of blood on his lips and then showed disgust at the salty taste of human blood, so he sprayed heavily on the ground. Step by step towards Berk Hill, with the soldiers trembling with weapons. There are even people who wet their own pants and fainted.

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?”

In that moment, standing on the dusty stairwell of the old school, Elaine realized her dream of becoming a Knight of Artharia was dead. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she pulled herself together and stepped out of the stairwell into the hall. To Elle, crying was done only in the worst of moments, when the fight was gone, and a person found themselves in the shadows of their own destruction, all alone. It was no surprise that she couldn’t stand Leana; Elaine didn’t know how to sort out feelings, let alone be consumed by them.

And then a voice – Lancelot's voice – spoke: "Very nice. Now turn around." The woman rotated, still looking at the mirror over her shoulder to keep herself in view, but Neville saw her face, lipstick, rouge, mascara, blush, earrings, girlish tilt of the head and realised with a shock of amazement that he was staring at Lancelot. Lancelot – dressed in his mother's clothing, parading before a mirror, made up like a woman, obviously using the opportunity while his parents were gone to explore personal fantasies. Neville realised that he had wandered into a private sexual exploration – Lancelot playing out a scenario for himself, watching himself, as a woman, in the mirror.

Archer sat on the side of his cot, head bowed, nerves fraying. “I am afraid that you brother’s health is worsening. It seems that the herbs I have used to heal him are not enough,” Old Maude said in a soft voice. Archer looked up at her, his head pounding. “Is there anything, anything at all, that I can do?” Old Maude looked thoughtful. “Well, there is the fruit of bastion…” He gazed at the old woman’s eyes, comprehension dawning on his own. Old Maude nodded minutely. Archer stood up and went outside to look for Aurora. She had went out when Ernest calmed down.

Arthur heard what they were saying behind him, and his eyes filled with sorrow. He'd already severed his mate bond with me, so why was his heart aching so much? He weakly leaned against the wall. Even though he was bathed in the light of the setting sun, he didn't feel any warmth at all. On the contrary, he only felt a deep chill. Arthur dared not even breathe too deeply. My departure seemed to have left him with a searing pain that seeped deep into his bones. Soon, Lilian appeared in a lavish outfit, wearing a tiara made out of moonstone. She crouched down and gently patted Arthur's hand, saying, "Arthur, when are we having our bonding ceremony? I can't wait to be your mate!"

But I didn't even waste my time to digest what was said, and I just jumped into talking again. "So, like first question, what are the consequences of Arthur for breaking the alliance for sending Echo to the city?" ***

It was a choice between personal ambition and the bonds of friendship, and my heart ached with the weight of it. Isolde’s eyes bore into mine, searching for a sign of resolution. After a tense silence, I finally spoke, my voice filled with determination. “I’ve made my decision, Isolde. I will continue in the race for supreme sorcerer. It’s what my mother would have wanted.” Isolde’s expression shifted from frustration to relief, and she let out a sigh. “Thank the gods, Agnes. You have the blood of the ancient sorcerers in you, and it’s time you embraced your destiny.”