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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.

Whatever the reason, her mother's voice always spoke in her head, especially to annoy her. "And I will be the only Blood in the world and live forever. No king will be after me, so shut up, madwoman.” Mordred was irritated. The men he had ordered to bring Typhom back as soon as he was released did not return. Either they killed their grandson by accident and fled in fear for their lives, or their grandson had killed them, which was unlikely, as Typhon was an idiot and an easily controllable weakling. Whatever the reason, there was one thing that satisfied him: the entire chamber of advisors was decimated, starting with the slaves and ending with the aberrations who should have died centuries

I command, shaking him again just to hear him whimper like a pup. Just over the next ridge, in about twenty minutes. Mordred supplies without complaint. I don’t know what James was thinking when he hired the bastard. He might be an evil son of a bitch, but I thought he had more brains than to work with someone who has no backbone. What do you know about the mermaids who get taken to Sangville? I hiss. Were you involved in the shipment taken two days ago?

Demetrius had this gleam in his eyes, knowing that she was asking questions that she didn't want to know the answers to, that maybe Arianna shouldn't if she wanted to have any restraint. Demetrius' eyes darkened for a split second before he said, "Thousands of years ago, Merlin was a powerful witch that was part of a coven named, 'The Seniorem Coven'. Merlin made an immortality elixir for him and his fiancée who was apparently a wolf to drink so they could be together for eternity. It turned out to be a trick when Merlin drank the elixir with Amara the wolf, which made him the first MONGREL, the wolf and the witch. Merlin' plan to live forever with Amara hit the fan when a vampire named Adon

Merlin the necromancer elbowed Levi the Envious when the latter was too oblivious from the piercing glare of Maleficent the Glutton. “Ouch! Merlin” Levi the Envious finally looked up at the wizard behind him. “What is wrong with you?” “You sure know how to live yours, Levi the Envious. You are acting like a brat since no one will hug you right now. Pathetic,” said Merlin in an even tone. He was watching Levi’s expression through his hooded eyes.

“No. No way. You’ve got the wrong person. Maybe your friend saw someone else — Lysander doesn’t even stay out late. He’s not….” “...that kind of person?” Mordred finished for me, his tone dark. “You sure about that?” “Yes!” I shot back, louder than I intended. “Because unlike everyone else, he’s real with me. He listens, he helps, he doesn’t keep secrets…” I stopped myself before I could say more, but it was too late. Mordred’s expression hardened, the muscle in his jaw twitching. He took a step closer, closing the distance between us until the air between us felt charged.

This attack was Talia’s answer. Instantly, Merlin’s face was grim. Clicking his tongue, he felt that it was a loss to kill the woman before him without tasting it first—he felt it was a pity from the bottom of his perverted heart. “You made your choice. Don’t you beg me later on!” Through gritted teeth, Merlin finally swung the Scepter of Vardur. This time, the wraith flames did not come out. Instead, a black-colored flame appeared between Merlin and Talia.

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,

"HA HA HA HA! Is this it? Is this my destiny? After everything I've went through, after everything I sacrificed, is this the end? Is this the karma for all the people that I've murdered? Is this the end of my journey you ******* Gods! Even if I die here, even if need to exchange my soul to the devil, I will still avenge my people . I will kill Merlin and the rest of the Kingdom!" The maiden was shocked after she heard the name Merlin. It was a name familiar to her, a name that is important for her, a name that is very important for her revenge. Merlin is actually related to Morgana the traitor of humanity. Morgana was originally the Sage of the Kingdom of Alvarez, she is Merlin's sister. But

The rage boiling in him as he regretted letting her get away in the first place General Mordrid marched into the room and noticed that the king wasn't in a good mood, he knew he needed to mind his words or he might end up like the girl that was being carried out. “Prepare the army, we are storming the Crescent Moon pack in a moment's time.” General Mordred saluted and went on his way, a smile etched on his lips as finally he would be able to take his anger out on those false werewolves. His hatred for the werewolves was just as great as the kings.