Novel & Cerita Female Merlin Fanfiction

She explains. “So how do we get to him?” I ask her and she gets this look on her face and turns to look to Leo first then back to me. “Well, it's no secret what Merlin likes, it actually turns my stomach just thinking about it. Merlin isn't attracted to his kind, male or female. He's into female werewolves, brown haired female werewolves to be specific.” She says and the next thing I hear before my mind can even process what she just said is Leo growling.

She blinked and found herself pushed against the trunk of a large tree, her skirt pushed up to her waist, as his hand cupped her sex and a thick finger stroked her through her very damp panties. ‘Mmmmm, already so wet for me, little hybrid. This is good, many of the males in Merlin's world are going to mate with you, little hybrid, it is one of the more enjoyable aspects of why you have been brought here.’ She forgot everything he said when he pushed his finger into her tight channel and rubbed her hard clit with his thumb she moaned and arched into his touch, ‘Oh my, don’t stop, please, that feels so good.’ His grin widened, he knew exactly what he was doing as he bent his head and sucked h

I saw his claws and fangs grew bigger. "Hands off." I heard a woman screamed loudly behind Merlin. Before I could understand what was going on, that woman sliced both of Merlin's hands. He growled loudly because of the pain. She stripped off her coat and covered my baby bump with it. Merlin stood up but before he could do anything, I saw a hand passed through Merlin's chest, ripping his heart out of his chest. I screamed loudly but that woman hugged me. She rubbed my back. The way she hugged me, it made me feel like I have known her for ages. "Shhh… you are fine. I won't let anything happen to your kiddos." She whispered in my ear.

I can see his wolf glowing in his eyes; suffering his claws cutting into my skin, and enduring the burning pain of his violent thrusts. All I can think is that I must not cry. I can scream and fight, I can feel the violation and agony. But I must not cry. If Mordred finds out what we truly are, there is no telling the cruelty he’ll inflict. It’s a well-kept secret in the border country that Damien will pay anyone who brings him a mermaid a generous bounty – so generous that husbands have been known to turn in their wives, and wives their husbands. It’s possible Mordred knows about the bounty, but more likely that he would find some other way to exploit us. He would become our new slaver, and

“I can’t keep running like this. I—I just want her to be safe. I wanted her to have a home.” Merida’s face twisted, pain and anger warring in her eyes. Melissa continued, her voice hollow. "Fenrir. I miss him, Merida." Her hands trembled as she clenched them into the fabric of her nightgown. "I saw him die. I saw that monster lure him into the woods, stabbing him in the back. He continued until he was sure he wasn't breathing—I was there! And I couldn’t stop it.” Her voice broke.

The last time I recall, it was me and my best friend having fun on our bet about making dean Maximillan fall for me and break his heart afterward, how did I end up courting him for real? I am supposed to make him fall for me, but why am I the one falling? What kind of stupidity did I eat? -------------------------------- Merliah's Point of View. ------------------ I am here in the garden, chillin like a villain while waiting for my best friend, Lorelei. Today, we have nothing planned particularly, maybe we will just waste time talking shit and kinds of stuff. Of course, there is a spice of insults that talks about annoying people around us.

She moves her hair backwards and I can see her face clearly. My heart beats faster and I can't believe it. “I am sorry, Raider,” she says and runs away. I open my eyes in shock, not feeling any pain. “Merida,” I gasp, my breathing going fast as I realize I am part of the problem. Merida is the witch, my mistress. I had been sleeping with my best friend's mate. I hold Raider's hand as he sleeps, his breathing steadying and his pulse slowing as his pain disappears. “What have I done?” I whisper.