Prince Merlin Novels & Stories

asked Alexander curiously. "Prince Arthur was born in the celestial trinity world in a different time. He is the only warrior with the rare 13th zodiac sign named Ophiuchus. That's why the celestial spirit king grants him magic that can revive ancient creatures or being!" explained Leomord. "Prince Arthur is our trump card in any battle and he's yet to unleash his hidden powers!" A giant demon with horns, forked tails, black wings, and long claws descended from the moon.

Wait, is that true? "Just kidding," said the prince out of the blue, his voice warm and gentle, and sat back down without saying anything else about him. Danger alert. The other prince shot up from his seat and contrary to his twin, he didn't bother to put up a smile. "Guren Cairox Samudra, eighteen years old. A prince from the Kingdom of Malecoy—who is older between me and Lazul is none of your business—a member of Sierpenti and the second ranker of this year." He plopped down his spot and shifted his two-colored eyes on me, then gave me a grin so bright and wide.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

“I want to see more from you.” Merlin, who was sitting atop railings, was not wearing his usual purple-colored robe. Instead, he was wearing a simple white button-up shirt and pants paired with house slippers. He looked pretty decent for Cent who was used to him wearing his tattered robe as if it was already his second skin.

"And Ms. Emerson? She didn't let them off easily." Josh felt a chill run down his spine as Alex dropped the bombshell. "Lucky for you, Ms. Emerson has a sixth sense for these things, and this guy's crescent is exactly where she wants it, down to the millimeter. "Sit tight. If he's the chosen one, you're not just off the hook for the seven million five hundred thousand bucks. Your buddy's gonna roll out the red carpet, and you'll be living the high life together."

The glorious name of The Man of pride. "All rise to His Imperial Grace, The Crowned Prince of The East, His Royal Highness, Prince Nolan Armstrong". The words of the announcer were carried out when the figure of the Prince of The East came to light and every breathing thing, man and woman, kings, emperors, and rulers, queens, duchesses, and counts, mighty men, and countesses, the rich, the poor, the laborers, bowed to his presence. He stood in power. Kathryn could not believe her eyes. He was there. Her prince was there in flesh and blood. Nolan's dark eyes were fixed on the throne as they beheld just one person. He only wanted to see just her and stand before just her.

They said they had met demons and terrifying beasts in Death Valley. Lily looked over at Venn, somewhat suspiciously, and asked, "Did the prince really tell you that?" "Really, Lily." “Do you know what that place is like?” Venn shook his head and replied, "Death Valley is a place for wolf warriors to practice their fighting skills."

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

A sharp point of a sword rushed towards Brawen, and she closed her eyes in fear. The tip of the sword immediately stopped, less than 1cm from the small forehead. Julie rushes to Brawen: “Are you crazy? Do you know what will happen if I don't brake in time?" Brawen put his hand on Julie's shoulder, explaining to the boy: “So do you know what will happen if you kill him? He's the prince of the mermaids, killing the prince is making enemies with them." From the moment she saw the coral crown on the mermaid's head, she knew he was the prince of the sea.

she answered respectfully. “What did Prince Aldridge have for breakfast this morning?” Shawn asked. “Master had rice, boiled egg and shrimp accompanied with a blend of juice,” Miriam answered as she recalled what they made for breakfast. Shawn nodded his head then asked, “Can you tell me about him.” “Master is the seventh son of our king. He does not have the same mother as his first to fifth siblings who are her majesty’s children and is the only child of his mother who passed on three years ago. Master is twenty-two years of age and recently has been bestowed a rank higher than that of her majesty's second to fifth children.” She explained.