Sir Leon Merlin Novels & Stories

They finish and clean up after themselves. “Thank you.” Thomas and Sidiki nod and leave while they take a moment to rally before heading into a meeting to figure out how to get Eliza out of the castle safely. They go to the war room, where Eddie is standing with Merlin and Claire. Merlin is a pale skinned man, six-foot-ten tall, and lean. His shoulder length curly black hair was now tied in a ponytail, and his black beard looked neater.

She was crying. Great fat silvery tears ran down her cheeks, ‘Are you going to fail her again Fae Prince’ His eyes met hers, ‘In her hour of greatest need I ask again Fae Prince. Are you going to fail her again?’ He shook his head struggling to come to terms with what they were saying, ‘Merlin? The Great Warlock who advised King Arthur, is alive?’ The disbelief on his face was very evident, ‘How is that possible’

Lifting his head, he sniffed the air before discarding his underwear and shifting. Merlin was standing on the balcony of her room, watching the rain clouds moving restlessly across the sky when she spotted the gray wolf emerge from the forest. Even from a distance, he was massive, his muscles rippling under his thick fur coat and his yellow eyes, distinctively bright in the semi-darkness of the impending storm. The longer she stared at him, the more she felt his eyes looking directly at her even though she was sure that couldn't be possible at this distance.

Desmond's shaking voice rang across the room, waking Pierce, and hustling him back to reality. "Wake up! Wake up! Liam is just a wolf, a wolf that's covering itself behind the shadows of a prophecy!" Sir Bernard erupted, waving his hands, forgetting the pain in his chest. He looked at his sister and the two individuals, rage displaying in his veins. The frown on his face instilled fear among the three. "Wake up, Muriel. He is playing games with your brains! Like any other non-royal-blooded wolf, he just wants power and you are making it easy for him!" Sir Bernard stomped his feet as he marched across the room.

I tell him, hoping that will calm him down because he looks ready to kill Merlin and we can't question a corpse. “What the hell is going on here?” Merlin asks, it looks like he finally figured out that we aren't here for a foursome. “Good evening Mr. Merlin, please have a seat.” Leo tells him in a very scary calm tone. “Look buddy I don't know who you think you are, but you're messing with the wrong guy. I know you're new among these parts so let me tell you something you don't know, I am the last guy that you want to be messing with.” Merlin tells him.

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

Is he a magician? There were several questions drawn into my head as of now. Judie and Kevin breathed out releasing their thoughts exhaustedly. “Oh, we forgot to thank you for saving our lives from the wolves. My name is Judie, Clark’s adoptive parents and this is Kevin, his best friend.” Judie politely extended her hands to the old man. “My name is Merlin. I am a sorcerer in Greendale.” He simply replied. “A sorcerer?” Kevin raised his shoulder and locked his arms at the back of his head.

I said they could hug me instead, but they didn't seem very interested in that. After we'd been in Camelot for a while we went riding, with me sitting behind Sir Lancelot on the back of the saddle, and we found a maiden who was being kept prisoner in a tower by a horrible one-eyed giant about ten feet tall. Sir Lancelot told him he had better let her go if he didn't want to be put to the sword. That's what knights do to you if you're bad, they put you to the sword. Needless to say, the giant wouldn't let the maiden go, so Sir Lancelot had to put him to the sword. Then the maiden fell in love with Sir Lancelot and wanted to stay with him forever. He didn't want her, of course. He didn't seem

Even his laugh was malicious. “Wicked!!!” Silver said. “I'm not wicked, I'm Merlin, hi-hi-hi, a potion master and a headmaster, hi-hi-hi.” “So old man—” “I'm not old, hi-hi-hi,” Merlin snapped. “On the contrary, I'm 210 years or more. I forget. See how young I'm, hi-hi-hi.” Merlin replied with his left hand on his chest. Silver decided it was best to ignore Merlin. He looked around the market area. There were not many people here, but those who were here had stars in there eyes. Not many people dabbled in the arts of potions.

A trail of bodies and pools of blood remain everywhere this man is spotted. No one goes to Mr Sydney’s side even when he falls on the floor and pales out. He is a cruel bigot, but what a way to die. “Sir Leonard.” Brad mumbles with a shaky voice when he reaches us. Six-five feet tall, I am five-four but I feel like an ant compared to him. Just looking at him is straining my neck. He ignores Brad and hoovers above me. “Lady Maloy.” I look up at the mysterious dark piercing eyes and frown. Shit! That may just get me killed. Lady? I have no title as far as I know.