Lamia Merlin Novels & Stories

Finanna continued, "Girls, this is Julianna." Lyra whispered in my ear, "The one with blue eyes and dark skin is Aria, the mermaid princess, Wanda the one with the beautiful butterfly wing is the fairy princess, and Niamh,is the girl with white hair she is daughter of the legendary Jaw pack's leader. Niamh werewolf transformation has nine tails, just like the Japanese legend." I was awestruck. "Wow, the Kyūbi no Kitsune?" Lyra nodded. Aria smiled. "We've heard so much about you."

Her voice annoys me further. I badly want to rip her to shreds; her hands and feet are caged, but it seems her mouth needs to be sealed up. “Yes, I do,” I answer. “Then you're a fool, dear Luna,” Merida says, provoking me some more. Damian intervenes before I can tear her apart. His hands stopped me, and his eyes pleading. “She's telling the truth,” Damian says. “My mother was a cleric witch. One of the high witches of their coven,” I say, turning my gaze to Merida.

June leaned closer to confirm her suspicions of the creature that Madison found to make sure that it was what Veronica had morphed into. “A Lamia? “June said. She read the description of the folklore. “Seriously, where did you find this book? “ “Like I told you before, I found it on the bookshelf down there,” Madison said as she continued to scroll through the pages. “Trying to find out what coach Lockwood turn into? “April G asked. “Yeah, I think I just found it,” “Well, do not keep us in suspense,” June said. “He was an aqrabuamelu. Apparently, it is a scorpion human hybrid that feeds on virgins and young women, “

That aroma, an almost aching perfume that clamped down upon the muscles while simultaneously rendering you more relaxed than you’d ever felt in your life. I was reminded, for the first time, of a Lamia – a creature with the head and torso of a woman and the lower body of a snake, who’s alluring gaze would gull you into coming even closer for a kiss, just one pretty kiss… and then her fangs would strike you. Before you even became aware that her coils were unraveling and winding themselves across your entire body, binding you, the enchantment carried within that kiss would render you adoring, and fully within the Lamia’s control. But then, I’ll bet a man wrote that story. Perhaps that man had

Mercy pulls her hand away and grabs Leticia’s wrist, yanking her forward. Her teeth and claws fully extend. Leticia tries to move back, but Mercy has a firm grip, piercing her claws into Leticia’s skin. Mercy is a Beta female. Her features are larger and more pronounced than unranked wolves. She’s also stronger than most females. She can also be cocky. Her attitude sometimes puts her in ‘bite off more than you can chew’ positions.

Realizing that she caught me, she was embarrassed and tried to get out: - What is your color? - I have a fair one, but no matter how strange it may sound, purple is clearly seen. And-and-and ... - fell silent. The devil felt my curiosity about the appearance of her brother's wolf, but apparently she was waiting for a question from me. Silence reigned in the room, and I did not dare to ask the question I wanted to. I thought - amber, ametrine. Maxim mentioned some kind of Slavka Oniksov - all these are semi-precious stones and the names are appropriate, and his mother from the Silver flock is metal.

It was no surprise that Ruby was a bright red, shiny dragon with no black on her as Slate had, which seemed to make her scales even shinier and brighter the closer they flew to the sun. She was also smaller and more nimble. Nya kept her head down, near Ruby’s neck, as the dragon was going at full speed, in a rush to get Nya back to the battlefield, and it seemed evident Ruby had been wanting to fly for a while. Nya wondered how it had been determined who would stay behind before and who would go, but then, it appeared that Ruby was a maid, not warrior. She flew like someone who would be good to have in battle, though, and Nya was glad that she was in such a rush to get where they were going

Lilith's breathing became uneven. Tears flooded her eyes so quickly that her vision blurred. "No!" She screamed. "No! You're lying, you always lie! Oliver isn't dead, he can't be, he can't..." Her knees suddenly gave way. She collapsed onto the cold stone floor with a cry that echoed through the dungeon. She covered her face with both hands as uncontrollable sobs tore through her body. "No..." "No..." "Oliver..." Her voice dissolved into broken cries. "My Alpha..." "Our baby..."

Inanna, Ascena, and now Lamia the reincarnation of Inanna, the mortal goddess. Quickly I shift back, wanting to say something when Lamia speaks first, her nose lifting to scent the air, her head tilting as she listens. Licking her fingers and bending down, she rubs them over the rock beneath her feet, then pops them into her mouth tasting her fingers. “Salt,” She says surprised, then points her sword to the crest of the valley, “Do you smell it, Kellen?” She asks.

I whispered, voice shaking. Dimitri stood behind me in the mirror, face pale. “I don’t know, Hazel. I’m as shocked as you are.” He swallowed hard. “The only creatures I know from the ancient legends that have scales are the dragon clan, the serpent clan, and the water people—the merfolk. So you’re either one of those…or something we’ve never seen before. But it’s impossible for a wolf to have this trait. It just doesn’t make sense to me.” My knees felt weak.