Lamia Merlin Novels & Stories

She lifted her green tail with specks of purple scales and slammed it hard against the rocks, making some of it break off into the sea. "Why have you come here?" She asked. That was when they noticed her teeth. They looked like shark teeth, triangular, sharp and deadly. "We're just trying to locate Mystic Mountain," Lazarus answered. "Do you know where we can find it?" The mermaid glanced at each of their faces, tilting her head from side to side. She blinked when her gaze stopped on Miranda. Her pupils dilated and were star-shaped instead of a circle. "Such a handsome boy. I bet he's fun to play with."

The air around the ancient female shimmers once more her white hair and robes turning to fur as she forms into her majestic wolf once more. Even Note is impressed and in awe of the white dire wolf. Never had we seen a wolf so white and so big. Lamia then shifts, her jet-black wolf equal to its opposite. Except where Ascena’s wolf is all white, Lamia’s wolf bears a white stripe across its eyes accentuating her wolf's bright green glowing eyes. King Kellen shifts into a gorgeous Sliver wolf, nowhere near as big as Lamia and Ascena’s, but still the biggest wolf I have ever seen, eyes as blue as a crystal-clear lake. His sword sits against the silky silver fur on his back.

The lamia said candidly, “In essence, I still belong to the human race. I only gained my current appearance due to many twists and unexpected events.” Human! That word instantly eased Luna’s tension. She always had some reservations about facing the unknown and bizarre. The lamia said with a complex gaze, “In simple terms, I was parasitized by a demon snake through a special method. Then, a fusion occurred, which resulted in me taking the form of a half-human, half-snake. People call us the Lamiai clan.” A clan... That meant there were more of her! Luna felt a wave of shock at the lamia’s words.

said Cameron with a scowl. “When I identified the sapphire dragon as the one who’d kidnapped you, they immediately knew it was Glynis,” said Lianne from beside her in a whispered tone. “Apparently, she is one of the few females in the clan who can shift, and none of the others are blue. She didn’t count on having a witness remain, I guess, or perhaps she was so arrogant it never occurred to her. When Cameron learned of her part in the treachery, he seemed hell-bent on ripping her apart as well, but sanity prevailed, and he banished her instead. He dropped her into English territory,” said Lianne as she sipped from her goblet.

Or was she a member of the night wing pack itself. He watched her glide into the room, looking much more beautiful than any of the Women who were present. She wore No make up, but she was stunning, all natural and glowing. They all looked at her, green with envy. “Is she a Luna princess? I didn’t get her name in the book.“ The Beta who was announcing. Liam rose a brow at her wondering who exactly she was. “No she isn’t.” A female voice said. Liam turned and saw it was Luna Rachel. “She is a slave with traitor blood.”

Not just any mermaid's blood but Marilyn's blood. "What the heck are you doing?" I snarled. "This is not the time to get angry. We will explain everything to you later. The full moon will disappear soon, we have to save these young ones before that." saying this, Marilyn went and stood right at the door that housed the young wolves. "Get out of there. You will get hurt," I growled. I advanced towards her in rage. However, before I could get where she was… "Mericali wolfilata," her friend chanted.

Lady Merilyn tilted her head, studying Aekeira like a specimen. That revelation was unexpected. Confusing. At least now Aekeira understood why Vladya had accused her of witchcraft. "So, you can understand my fascination." Merilyn's words hovered in the air like smoke. “How does a small human female like you manage to elicit such a loss of control in the mighty Vladya? If you were a syren, I would assume you were his Soulbond." She stepped closer, her closeness stifling. Her nostrils flared as she bent towards Aekeira's neck, a predator scenting prey. "Not a syren, just a human. So what exactly is happening here?"

Her wet ebony hair, her sun-kissed skin, her rosy lips; All bathed in the moonlight. She is the Luna. He had been sure of it since the day he met her. She was four when his father brought her to the castle, and she had amnesia. She was a white page, ready to be programmed. His father wanted to raise her to be his daughter-in-law. But Harvey found that grooming a child was a disgusting deed. So, after his parents' tragic death, he gave Aikiz up to the master of the Brown Pack to raise her among his children. The eleven-year-old Aikiz took his decision with delight. Because she loved playing with Ruth and Gin and because Harvey gave her permission to visit him whenever she wanted.

They acted as if they were above their rank, and I couldn't help but feel disdain. "If I were you, I’d think twice about hoping to be like her. Spoiled and ill-mannered." I turned to see Seleira watching the exchange with a smirk, clearly enjoying the moment. The two she-wolves froze, their eyes wide with shock as they realized they’d been overheard. They quickly exchanged glances, suddenly looking much smaller in the face of our presence. "Yeah, maybe you should focus on your training instead of dreaming about being a princess," I added, stepping forward.

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.