Sir Leon Merlin Novels & Stories

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.

utterly handsome. "Sicario." The magician greeted Grandfather. He addressed my grandfather as an equal. So I'm sure the two are about the same age or the man I don't know is older. "Merlin." Grandfather greeted me and I stopped. Merlin? He is the name of a sorcerer in a Mythology that is related to King Arthur. But everybody knows it's just folklore. This man in front of me is just someone who bears the same name as him. But I still can't help but be surprised.

It was this ability of his that created his reputation as a famous Oskian detective. His idea of trying to use the clues from huge natural disasters to gradually locate the location of the dead soldiers was indeed very practical, in Charlie’s opinion. Therefore, he believed that after Merlin met 547 in Syria, it would not take long for Merlin to gradually clarify the clues. Merlin did not disappoint Charlie either. His phone call to Charlie instantly lifted Charlie’s spirit. After answering the phone, Charlie’s first question to him was, “Chief Lammy, what did you find out?”

Lady Meris, one of the oldest sirens on the council. Beside her is something entirely different: broad shoulders, scaled skin catching the light in cold bronze, and eyes like molten amber. A drakon, Lord Kaelen, if I remember correctly. He rarely talked in the council meeting. The sight of them together is enough to knot my stomach. “Alpha Lucian,” Meris says, bowing her head with deliberate grace. “Luna Leah, daughter of Silver.” The title sends a chill down my spine, but I don’t flinch.

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

Tears well up in my eyes as I nod, and then throw my hands around him and kiss him. We fly out the first week of May. Lucy bounces in her seat the whole way, asking if there will be mermaids. Sel rubs her belly and tells her mermaids only show up for good girls who eat their vegetables. Marcus pretends to be annoyed by the whole noise but keeps stealing glances at Sel like he still can’t believe she’s carrying his child.

They actually bothered to order me a cake. "Happy birthday Morgana.." They all say in unison and we group hug each other. "I got my wolf.." I tell them squealing in excitement. "You're officially one of us now. All that is left is for you to shift for the first time. The first full moon after your birthday is in two weeks and best believe we'll all be there to support you..." Lexi says with a cute grin. "Thank you guys..." I say with a grateful smile plastered on my face.

I just didn't care for it. I caught a glimpse of him before he opened his door and came inside. All I could see was his body. He was wearing a crisp gray shirt, buttoned low enough to catch a glimpse of his bronzed chest, and a pair of black pants that were simple enough. His hair was smoothed back again, giving him a look of refined polish. But with the overbearing shape of his muscled body and the cat-like slant of his eyes it was impossible to dismiss him as simply polished. No, Leon was too rugged for polished.

utterly handsome. "Sicario." The magician greeted Grandfather. He addressed my grandfather as an equal. So I'm sure the two are about the same age or the man I don't know is older. "Merlin." Grandfather greeted me and I stopped. Merlin? He is the name of a sorcerer in a Mythology that is related to King Arthur. But everybody knows it's just folklore. This man in front of me is just someone who bears the same name as him. But I still can't help but be surprised.

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.