Novel & Cerita Female Merlin

"Don't blame me then." A woman in black robes walked out from behind her. "This is the witch I've hired. She can use dark magic to synchronize your memories with everyone present. Once the dark magic begins, your body will feel like it's being torn apart and there will be no chance to stop." I instantly snapped back to reality and struggled desperately, making the chains on my hands and feet clank loudly. I screamed, "No, no! Don't share my memories!" Sienna sneered, strangling my neck and saying viciously, "Do you know why I fought so hard to become the Alpha Female, even going so far as to kill my loser brother?"

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.

Smoke coiled from them, black and alive, tasting of sulfur and burnt myrrh. “Adrewine…” Merenrys whispered again, her voice breaking into a tremor. But the creature that rose before her was no child. She stood now as a woman. Terribly beautiful. Her once-small body had blossomed into a form sculpted in temptation and terror. Her imbs long and graceful, skin a shade too pale, as if carved from moonlight itself. Her hair spilled down in dark blue waves and her eyes swirled with concentric storms of black and cobalt, twin abysses that saw through mercy itself.

She replied. I didn’t get anything she said. It was somewhat metaphoric that I find it hard to absorb. For a moment, I just stared at her in the hopes she would get to conclude that I am thirsty for explanation. Magindara let out a sigh. “For as long as there are any bodies of water, the eyes of the merfolk will be able to witness everything. Remember, Oryol is a serpent goddess and that time, she was inside a tank full of water. We have the ability to see everything using the water as our medium. May it be past or present.” She finally explained.

Only first-born daughters birthed from firstborn Mermaids had the gift of song. Indeed, the gills above her collarbone and the dim maroon pigmented collection of scales that made up her tale, verified her existence as a Mermaid but her God-given voice cemented her position as the most important being of the tribe- the Yera. It was her birthright and purpose to lure her tribe’s prey into the water with her enthralling siren’s song. Unlike the rest of her tribe, she resembled the likes of their prey the most and maintained a “human” appearance. She didn’t share the same grey pearlescent skin colour that was customary to her race.

Her features were both delicate and sharp, a beautiful enigma that felt so foreign, so ancient. I had read everything I could about mermaids, their abilities, their roles in the world, and their connection to the deep waters. They were beings of incredible power—creatures who could control the tides, speak to the sea, and heal with their touch. What intrigued me the most, though, was the fact that mermaids didn’t have a specific gender. They were all females until they met their mate. When that moment came, they chose the one who would stand by them, become their counterpart, and together they would wield unimaginable power. Until then, they remained female.

Maxwell asked, inspecting me from where he stood beside Halcyon, both of them suddenly looking a lot closer than I remember them being. "I have made it so that her Mermaid attributes can only be seen by those who know of her true identity. From her eyes to her skin which shines when making contact with water; If a person isn't aware that she's a Mermaid, then that person will only see a normal Human who's simply unfairly gorgeous." I breathed out a long breath of air, her words dawning on me. This was possibly the most useful gift I've ever received. "You know what that means?" Rick whispered, and I laughed, looking up at him.

I don't want that. "I like you lots. I am sorry little one, my name is Fenrir. I did not mean to upset you." I step just a little closer to her. And while I don't allow myself to get too close, I purr for her to show her that I didn't mean to or want to cause her any distress. I can tell the second she hears it; her body relaxes slightly and her scent begins to change. Here in her home, it's so strong that what I thought I sensed in her the other night is becoming more and more clear. Only that night we got a different side of her, and today we get this side. If, if I am right, she is what we called in the old days as a hybrid. They were rare and highly prized. We would fight for their affec

as the others watched in amazement. "Deal," she said softly. "I am a Meridian. We are an aquatic species, able to live in both water and on land. We live not far from your Island. W-we have been watching you all for some time, well I have, our true form is...different from what you see now." She tries to explain without revealing too much.

Someone important then, and well-respected within the merfolk kingdom. Her scales were a deep, rich purple that looked near black at times, depending on the light. Even her fins were different than the other merfolk. They seemed to glow somewhat, as bright and mysterious as the float orbs at times, much dimmer at others. I could tell just from looking at her that this was a matron of significant power. Magical, most likely, though I knew so little of magic, I had no idea if merfolk were more or less prevalent than werewolves.