Sir Leon Merlin Novels & Stories

Merlin walked forward with calm authority and stopped directly beside Diana, his presence immediately commanding attention. He didn't rushbor raise his voice. But the quiet strength in his presence was enough to shift the atmosphere immediately, to silence the murmurs and freeze the tension. Lauren's hand, which had been suspended mid-air ready to strike, slowly lowered back to her side. The arrogance in her posture softened visibly, replaced by something more cautious, more uncertain. "Mr. Golding," Martins Lugard spoke quickly, stepping slightly between the men as though to restore order and prevent further escalation. "This is Dr. Merlin Eastwood from the Institute."

“Oh… my mistake. You’re a person. Sorry, my ears aren’t what they used to be.” Lily nearly choked on her fury. *You’re a person?* Who even said things like that? Then she looked closer—and recognition hit. His name had been splashed across the same headlines as Nora and Travis. The world-renowned designer, Merlin. She swallowed her anger, smoothed her expression into a polished society smile, and said sweetly, “It’s alright. I lost my composure just now. Please forgive me, Mr. Merlin.” Merlin had spent decades in the fashion world. His eye for people was sharper than any sketch pencil. He saw through her act instantly, though his smile stayed polite.

Leo sat impatiently on a crate at the corner of our cramped, one room apartment while I painted the thick, black sludge over his hair. "I hate this black goop," he scrunched his nose. "It itches.” "I know, baby," I said, brushing a lock of his hair aside. Beneath the artificial black, his roots were glowing a bright, shimmering gold. A mark of his Camelot blood. The mark of the man who wanted us dead. "But we have to be invisible. Remember the game? We are shadows." "Shadows don't have gold hair," Leo recited the rule we lived by.

Merlin explained, "But he couldn't call you at that time, and there wasn't time for him to explain it to you." No wonder Kingsley and Merlin came together. Sherman thought maybe he wanted to surprise her, so he just called Lee. It seemed that Lee didn't know Merlin would come either. "Do you think I'm annoying?" Sherman cut the washed vegetables and said, "No, I think you are quite outspoken. I like to make friends with people with this personality."

He pushed the button on the side of the chamber and let Rainer walk out. It took a few minutes for Rainer to get oriented and stabilize his senses. He was still cautious and a little drowsy. "And who are you? You look human but I can't exactly tell, since you look like a damn villain." said Rainer as he put his clothes on. Merlin pulled his hood down, he had loose and messy silver hair with a single strand braided, that stretched to below his waist. He looked like a human male, and was quite handsome.

Alexis was standing in the Terminus looking at the Departure Board and frowning, ‘Why the fuck does she want to go to Cornwall? He wondered out loud turning to Morgana, ‘Alexis, do you not know your history of England? Have you never heard of King Arthur and the Great Warlock Merlin?’ Alexis shook his head smiling, ‘Are you going to give me a history lesson now Morgana?’ He chuckled and she frowned back at him not amused,

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.

When Merlin was a little older than I, he went to Camelot to live with his mother’s friend: the court physician, Gaius. That’s where he met the ancient dragon, Kilgharrah, who told him of his destiny. Merlin was meant to help King Arthur unite the kingdom of Albion. By this time, Merlin already knew he had magic, but could only seldom control it. He also hated Arthur and his father, Uther, who would cruelly persecute any and all users of magic.

Was eighth in front of me. I halted in my tracks, trying to think of the best route around the wolf that appeared to be in my route. But he was closer than I anticipated. The wolf stepped out from behind a tree, ten meters from my location. His black pelt was littered with scars, lots and lots of little scars. Ge was missing the top half of his left ear, with three noticeably large scars extending from his right shoulder to his lower left chest. Standing around 6" 0 he was the largest wolf I had ever encountered in my life. His body was pure muscle, honed to construct the perfect killing machine.